HIDDEN CHORDS. The present hour repeats upon its strings Echoes some vague dream we have forgot; Dim voices ..
... things, And when we pause to listen, answer not. Forebodings come : we know not how, or whence, Shadowing nameless fear upon the soul, And stir within our hearts a subtler sense, Than light may read wisdom may control. And who can tell what secret links of thought Bind heart to heart? Unsppken things are heard. As if within our deepest selves was brought The soul, perhaps, of some unutter'd ...