I 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 In The Slushy Sand. Ii 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!