Meeting at Night by Robert Browning

Meeting at Night by Robert Browning

Meeting at Night by Robert Browning

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

– Meeting at Night by Robert Browning

You’ll love me yet and I can tarry by Robert Browning

You’ll love me yet and I can tarry by Robert Browning

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You’ll love me yet and I can tarry
Your love’s protracted growing:
June reared that bunch of flowers you carry
From seeds of April’s sowing.

I plant a heartful now: some seed
At least is sure to strike,
And yield what you’ll not pluck indeed,
Not love, but, may be, like!

You’ll look at least on love’s remains,
A grave’s one violet:
Your look? that pays a thousand pains.
What’s death? You’ll love me yet!

You’ll love me yet and I can tarry by Robert Browning

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