Sunday, August 29, 2010

Name That Poet #11

See whether you can recall the author of these lines -- the name, please of this nineteenth century British poet.

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, through its joys and fears,
Than the two hearts beating each to each!
No moss shall grow under her feet :-) Congrats to Tina who answered correctly with Robert Browning


Tina said...

The two hearts beating each to each. How romantic he was, stealing his love away. Robert Browning.

teacherwriter said...

Straight into the finish line! Yeah, Tina!