Show I OLD MASTERS I 4 4 The gray gny sea ua a and the long blade black bla blackland land And the yellow enoN moon half large and I low And the startled little waves that leap In fiery ringlets from their sleep As I gain pushing the cove with wih pushing prow pro And quench Its Us speed In the slushy sand Then a a. mile mUe of warm sea scented beach Three fields to cross till un a a. farm ap- ap app ap appears pears pars p rs A tap Up at the pane the quick sharp scratch And blue of a lighted match And a a. voice olce less loud through its IU joys and fears Than the two hearts hurts beating b beatt tins g each to each I I Robert Reb rt Meeting MeUng at I INight Night I |