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