That love's dull smart distressed my heart <br />He shrewdly learnt to see, <br />But that I was in love with a dead man <br />Never suspected he. <br /> <br /> <br />He searched for the trace of a pictured face, <br />He watched each missive come, <br />And a note that seemed like a love-line <br />Made him look frozen and glum. <br /> <br /> <br />He dogged my feet to the city street, <br />He followed me to the sea, <br />But not to the neighbouring churchyard <br />Did he dream of following me.<br /><br />Thomas Hardy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/her-secret-4/
