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.
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.
3 comments:
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?
Chris.
No idea I'm afraid Chris... be quite interesting to hear though.
Regards,
Roger R.
I believe there are no known recordings of Hardy's voice; British Library can probably confirm this.
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