Anticipation.

"...I think, times, that in our mortal language there are no words for the things that are of most account.

So when those things come upon us we are struck silent, and can but feel, till our hearts are like bursting dam.

Maybe, in the life yonder, that already I begin to glimpse on the edge of this world, we shall find proper words.

But not yet..."

 

Precious Bane

By Mary Webb.

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