Meeting at Night
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Gray sea, black land;
The yellow half-moon is low and big;
The little waves frightened them out of sleep,
jumping into hair woven with fire,
The bow of the boat pushed slippery mud,
The speed was lost, and I reached the small bay.
The warm fragrance of the sea on the one-mile beach;
Three fields passed through, and the farm appeared.
A tap on the window, a quick scratch,
The polished match bloomed with a blue flower,
A whisper, both fearful and fond,
Nothing beats two hearts beating so loudly against each other!
Source: English Collection Network