The Discovery

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I wandered to a crude coast
 Like a ghost;
 Upon the hills I saw fires -
 Funeral pyres
 Seemingly - and heard breaking
Waves like distant cannonades that set the land shaking.


 And so I never once guessed
 A Love-nest,
 Bowered and candle-lit, lay
 In my way,
 Till I found a hid hollow,
Where I burst on her my heart could not but follow.

© Thomas Hardy