"Meeting at Midnight” by Robert Browning
Naked on Cashmere
Atticus Poetry
5.0 • 572 Ratings
🗓️ 7 January 2020
⏱️ 4 minutes
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| 0:00.0 | The |
| 0:07.0 | The Take a deep breath. |
| 0:33.0 | This moment is yours. |
| 0:39.3 | This is naked on Kashmir. The gray sea and the lock black land, and the yellow half moon large and low, |
| 1:20.4 | and the started little waves that leap, and fiery ringlets from their sleep, |
| 1:27.8 | as I gain the cove with pushing prow. |
| 1:32.7 | The quench its speed, aye, the slushy sand. |
| 1:38.3 | Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach. |
| 1:42.0 | Three fields to cross till a farm appears, a tap at the pain, the quick, sharp |
| 1:49.5 | scratch, and blur spurt of a lighted match, and a voiceless loud throws its joy and fears, then the two hearts beating each to each. I was meeting at midnight by Robert Browning. I'm The I'm I'm I'm |
| 2:51.6 | I'm |
| 2:52.6 | I'm |
| 2:53.6 | I'm You know, |
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