These two poems by Robert Browning are the types of poems that romance novels are built upon. The imagery is rich in "Meeting at Night" and those last two lines..those beating hearts, gah. And then the simplicity of "Parting at Morning"...so interesting and curious to me--again, that last line...it grabs my attention.
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,
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!
Parting at Morning