Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

The Discovery

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. 

1. The End of the Episode
2. No Buyers
3. The Month’s Calendar
4. The Prophetess
5. Reluctant Confession

John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester (Джон Уилмот, граф Рочестер) The Discovery ("Cælia, that faithful servant you disown")

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