THE gray sea, and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startling little waves, that leap In fiery ringlets from their sleep, As I gain the cove with pushing prow, And quench its speed in 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHANGED WOMAN by LOUISE BOGAN GREEN MOUNTAIN IDYL by HAYDEN CARRUTH CREDO by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PLEDGE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 1. SEATTLE by CLARENCE MAJOR DOMESDAY BOOK: HENRY MURRAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SUNSET FROM OMAHA HOTEL WINDOW by CARL SANDBURG |