THE LOVERS

I

The grey sea and the long black land;

And the yellow half moon large & low;

And the startled little waves that leap

In fiery ringlets from their sleep,

As I gain the cove with pushing prow,

And quench it's speed I' the slushy sand.

II

Then a mile of warm sea scented beach;

Three fields to cross till a farm appears;

A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch

And blue spurt of a lighted match,

And a voice less loud, thro' its joys and fears

Than the two hearts beating each to each!

- Robert Browning