Her Secret

by Thomas 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.