poem for the day

Meeting at Night
The grey sea and the long black land;And the yellow half-moon large and low;And the startled little waves that leapIn fiery ringliets 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 at the pane, the quick sharp scratchAnd blue spurt of a lighted match,And a voice less loud, thro` it`s joys and fears,Then the two hearts beating each to each!