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.


god-free morals said...

Hi Roger,

Still visiting and enjoying the blog.

I had a question, do you know if there were any recordings of Hardy reading his poetry made?


Arborfield said...

No idea I'm afraid Chris... be quite interesting to hear though.


Roger R.

Nomad said...

I believe there are no known recordings of Hardy's voice; British Library can probably confirm this.