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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536718" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Singer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">That which he did not feel, he would not sing; <br>What most he felt, religion it was to hide <br>In a dumb darkling grotto, where the spring <br>Of tremulous tears, arising unespied, <br>Became a holy well that durst not glide <br>Into the day with moil or murmuring; <br>Whereto, as if to some unlawful thing, <br>He sto]e, musing or praying at its side. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But in the sun he sang with cheerful heart, <br>Of coloured season and the whirling sphere, <br>Warm household habitude and human mirth, <br>The whole faith-blooded mystery of earth; <br>And I, who had his secret, still could hear <br>The grotto's whisper low through every part.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Allingham">William Allingham</a><div class=q>
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What most he felt, religion it was to hide 
In a dumb darkling grotto, where the spring 
Of tremulous tears, arising unespied, 
Became a holy well that durst not glide 
Into the day with moil or murm..."></div>
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