Her Secret

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Title:     Her Secret
Author: Thomas Hardy [More Titles by Hardy]

That love's dull smart distressed my heart
He shrewdly learnt to see,
But that I was in love with a dead man
Never suspected he.

He searched for the trace of a pictured face,
He watched each missive come,
And a note that seemed like a love-line
Made him look frozen and glum.

He dogged my feet to the city street,
He followed me to the sea,
But not to the neighbouring churchyard
Did he dream of following me.

[The end]
Thomas Hardy's poem: Her Secret

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