Poem by Thomas Hardy

Her Secret

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. 

1. To Carrey Clavel
2. The Vampirine Fair
3. O I Won’t Lead a Homely Life
4. When Dead
5. The Fight on Durnover Moor

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