Thought I would share just one of the poems I've been reading from the first edition book that I found a few months ago.
MEETING AT NIGHT
by: Robert Browning (1812-1889)
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 at 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!
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