Question

2. I quench its speed in the slushing sand.​

Answer 1

Answer:

Explanation:

 

THE GRAY 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,         5

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,         10

And a voice less loud, through joys and fears,  

Than the two hearts beating each to each!