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.