Meeting at Night

Lyrics

The gray sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startled little waves that leap In fiery ringlets from their sleep As I gain the cove with pushing prow And quench its speed i' the slushy sand Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach; Three fields to cross till a farm appears; A tap on the pane, the quick sharp scratch And blue spurt of a lighted match And a voice less loud, through its joys and fears Than the two hearts beating each to each!