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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON SIR PALMES FAIRBORNE'S TOMB, IN WESTERMINSTER ABBEY by JOHN DRYDEN OPEN, TIME by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY CHAUCER; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW RONDEL by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE WHAT THE BIRDS SAID by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |