Thomas Hardy

(2 June 1840 – 11 January 1928 / Dorchester / England)

The Discovery - Poem by Thomas Hardy

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.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 10, 2010

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