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Thomas Hardy - 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.
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