{"id":377,"date":"2017-03-04T21:08:03","date_gmt":"2017-03-04T21:08:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.robgoll.com\/content\/?p=377"},"modified":"2017-03-04T21:09:12","modified_gmt":"2017-03-04T21:09:12","slug":"evening-solace-charlotte-bronte","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.robgoll.com\/content\/audio-recordings\/evening-solace-charlotte-bronte\/","title":{"rendered":"Evening Solace \u2014 Poem by Charlotte Bront\u00eb"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Poem 63 - 100 days of poetry<br \/>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Evening Solace - Poem by Charlotte Bront\u00eb by Rob Goll\" width=\"525\" height=\"400\" scrolling=\"no\" frameborder=\"no\" src=\"https:\/\/w.soundcloud.com\/player\/?visual=true&url=https%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F310725198&show_artwork=true&maxheight=788&maxwidth=525\"><\/iframe><br \/>\nThe human heart has hidden treasures,<br \/>\nIn secret kept, in silence sealed;\u00ad<br \/>\nThe thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures,<br \/>\nWhose charms were broken if revealed.<br \/>\nAnd days may pass in gay confusion,<br \/>\nAnd nights in rosy riot fly,<br \/>\nWhile, lost in Fame's or Wealth's illusion,<br \/>\nThe memory of the Past may die.<!--more--><\/p>\n<p>But, there are hours of lonely musing,<br \/>\nSuch as in evening silence come,<br \/>\nWhen, soft as birds their pinions closing,<br \/>\nThe heart's best feelings gather home.<br \/>\nThen in our souls there seems to languish<br \/>\nA tender grief that is not woe;<br \/>\nAnd thoughts that once wrung groans of anguish,<br \/>\nNow cause but some mild tears to flow. <\/p>\n<p>And feelings, once as strong as passions,<br \/>\nFloat softly back \u00ada faded dream;<br \/>\nOur own sharp griefs and wild sensations,<br \/>\nThe tale of others' sufferings seem.<br \/>\nOh! when the heart is freshly bleeding,<br \/>\nHow longs it for that time to be,<br \/>\nWhen, through the mist of years receding,<br \/>\nIts woes but live in reverie! <\/p>\n<p>And it can dwell on moonlight glimmer,<br \/>\nOn evening shade and loneliness;<br \/>\nAnd, while the sky grows dim and dimmer,<br \/>\nFeel no untold and strange distress\u00ad<br \/>\nOnly a deeper impulse given<br \/>\nBy lonely hour and darkened room,<br \/>\nTo solemn thoughts that soar to heaven,<br \/>\nSeeking a life and world to come. <\/p>\n<ul class=\"ssb_list_wrapper\"><li class=\"fb2\" style=\"width:135px\"><iframe src=\"\/\/www.facebook.com\/plugins\/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.robgoll.com%2Fcontent%2Faudio-recordings%2Fevening-solace-charlotte-bronte%2F&amp;layout=button_count&amp;action=like&amp;show_faces=false&amp;share=true&amp;width=135&amp;height=21&amp;appId=307091639398582\" scrolling=\"no\" frameborder=\"0\" style=\"border:none; overflow:hidden;  width:150px; height:21px;\" allowTransparency=\"true\"><\/iframe><\/li><li class=\"twtr\" style=\"width:90px\"><a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/share\" class=\"twitter-share-button\" data-url=\"http:\/\/www.robgoll.com\/content\/audio-recordings\/evening-solace-charlotte-bronte\/\">&nbsp;<\/a><script>!function(d,s,id){var js,fjs=d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0],p=\/^http:\/.test(d.location)?'http':'https';if(!d.getElementById(id)){js=d.createElement(s);js.id=id;js.src=p+':\/\/platform.twitter.com\/widgets.js';fjs.parentNode.insertBefore(js,fjs);}}(document, 'script', 'twitter-wjs');<\/script><\/li><li class=\"gplus\" style=\"width:68px\"><div class=\"g-plusone\" data-size=\"medium\" data-href=\"http:\/\/www.robgoll.com\/content\/audio-recordings\/evening-solace-charlotte-bronte\/\"><\/div><\/li><li class=\"ssb_linkedin\" style=\"width:64px\"><script src=\"\/\/platform.linkedin.com\/in.js\" type=\"text\/javascript\">lang: en_US<\/script><script type=\"IN\/Share\" data-url=\"http:\/\/www.robgoll.com\/content\/audio-recordings\/evening-solace-charlotte-bronte\/\" data-counter=\"right\"><\/script><\/li><\/ul>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Poem 63 &#8211; 100 days of poetry The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed;\u00ad The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, Whose charms were broken if revealed. 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