The Discovery
I wandered to a crude coastLike a ghost;Upon the hills I saw fires—Funeral pyresSeemingly—and heard breakingWaves like distant cannonades that set the land shaking.
And so I never once guessedA Love-nest,Bowered and candle-lit, layIn my way,Till I found a hid hollow,Where I burst on her my heart could not but follow.
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