I.
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 in the slushy sand.
II.
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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awwww
I never read this one either, but I love it. It reminds me of my great-grandparents sneaking away to the other's farm when they were young and in love. It's very sweet and I love how it leaves the reader wondering what will happen next with the last line - leaves it up to your imagination. -
This is one of the sexiest poems ever written. Totally erotic but shrouded in metaphor. Memorize this and it will haunt you forever. Each t' each is the actual sound of two hearts beating together. Listen through a stethascope and hear the shushing, whisper of your heart. It sounds like 'each t' each.
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