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

One thing that I really liked about this poem was how he used nature in it and looked at is as beautiful. It really seemed to have a nice flow. One thing that I did not like was how i didn't really sense a pattern. One thing that confused me was how some of the lines were related to each other. Over all, I think that this poem was well written.