two hearts beating

Here's today's entry from the pictured 2001 compilation ...

... it's a poem by Robert Browning, which formed part of a 'courtship by correspondence ', with fellow poet Elizabeth Barrett [Browning]:


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 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, thro' its joys and fears,
Than the two hearts beating each to each!

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Robert Browning (1812 – 1889)

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