<html><head></head><body style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; -webkit-line-break: after-white-space; "><p align="left"><font>Meeting at Night<br><br><br>The grey sea and the long black land; <br>And the yellow half-moon large and low; <br>And the startled little waves that leap <br>In fiery ringlets from their sleep, <br>As I gain the cove with pushing prow, <br>And quench its speed i' the slushy sand. <br><br><br>Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach; <br>Three fields to cross till a farm appears; <br>A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch <br>And blue spurt of a lighted match, <br>And a voice less loud, through its joys and fears, <br>Than the two hearts beating each to each!</font></p><div> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>- Robert Browning<br class="webkit-block-placeholder"></div>
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