Meeting at Night
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 field to cross till
a farm appears;
A tap at the pane, the
quick sharp scratch
And blue spurt of lighted
match,
And a voice less loud,
through its joy and fears,
Then the two hearts
beating each to each!
Parting at Morning
Robert
Browning
Round the cape of a sudden
came the sea,
And the sun looked over
the mountain’s rim;
And straight was a path of
gold for him,
And the need of a world of
men for me.
Let evening come
Jane Kenyon
Let the light of late
afternoon
shine through chinck in the
barn , moving
up the bales as the sun moves
down
Let the cricket take up
chafing
as a woman takes up her
needles
and her yarn. Let evening come.
Let the dew collect on the
hoe abandoned
in the long grass. Let the
stars appear
and the moon disclose her
silver horn.
Let the fox go back to its
sandy den .
Let the wind die down . Let
the shed
Go black inside . Let evening
come.
To the bottle in the ditch,
to the scoop
in the oats, to the air in
the lung
Let evening come.
Let it come, as it will, and
don’t
be afraid. God does not leave
us
Comfortless, so let evening
come.
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