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?


Roger R. 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.