Poem by Thomas Hardy

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. 

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2. When Oats Were Reaped
3. Meditations on a Holiday
4. The Sun’s Last Look on the Country Girl
5. Squire Hooper

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

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