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.