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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=397116" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Premonition</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The muffled syllables that Nature speaks <br>Fill us with deeper longing for her word; <br>She hides a meaning that the spirit seeks, <br>She makes a sweeter music than is heard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A hidden light illumines all our seeing, <br>An unknown love enchants our solitude. <br>We feel and know that from the depths of being <br>Exhales an infinite, a perfect good.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though the heart wear the garment of its sorrow <br>And be not happy like a naked star, <br>Yet from the thought of peace some peace we borrow, <br>Some rapture from the rapture felt afar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our heart strings are too coarse for Nature's fingers <br>Deftly to quicken as she pulses on, <br>And the harsh tremor that among them lingers <br>Will into sweeter silence die anon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We catch the broken prelude and suggestion <br>Of things unuttered, needing to be sung; <br>We know the burden of them, and their question <br>Lies heavy on the heart, nor finds a tongue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Till haply, lightning through the storm of ages, <br>Our sullen secret flash from sky to sky, <br>Glowing in some diviner poet's pages <br>And swelling into rapture from this sigh.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Santayana">George Santayana</a><div class=q>
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Fill us with deeper longing for her word; 
She hides a meaning that the spirit seeks, 
She makes a sweeter music than is heard.

A hidden light illumines all our seeing, 
An unknown love enchants our solit..."></div>
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