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.