Unfelt

A vast bedlam of sound flies up to my window, and above all is the immense whistling of unseen and unfelt winds.

Thine eye ſhall be inſtructed, and thine heart / Made pure, ſhall reliſh vvith divine delight / 'Till then unfelt, vvhat hands divine have vvrought.

1899, Dante Gabriel Rossetti (transl.), The New Life (La Vita Nuova) of Dante Alighieri, Siddall edition, page 104. I felt a spirit of love begin to stir Within my heart, long time unfelt till then;