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Thomas Hardy - Her Secret
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That love`s dull smart distressed my heart
     He shrewdly learnt to see,
But that I was in love with a dead man
     Never suspected he.


He searched for the trace of a pictured face,
      He watched each missive come,
And a note that seemed like a love-line
     Made him look frozen and glum.


He dogged my feet to the city street,
     He followed me to the sea,
But not to the neighbouring churchyard
     Did he dream of following me.
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