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. Thoughts at Midnight
2. Premonitions
3. Standing by the Mantelpiece
4. Rome: The Vatican: Sala delle Muse
5. The Sleep-Worker

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

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