English poem
The Discovery
by Thomas Hardy
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.