Meeting at Night

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, The beach is pounded by the sea, And the moon is at its ebb; And the long black land lies straight and still, And the startled little waves that leap, The night-wind shakes the sleeping shore; And the moon is at its ebb; And the grey sea and the long black land Are full of dark and whispering sound, The night-wind stirs the sleeping tide, And the moon is at its ebb; And the grey sea and the long black land Are full of dark and whispering sound, 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.