  A little while ago I caught, In cadence pure and clear, A waft of faintest music, wrought Upon my inner ear. A part of some elusive theme Whose sweetly solemn air My soul had harkened in a dream, I know not when nor where. I only know my heart-strings stirred With strange, forgotten pain, That crept upon me as I heard That unremembered strain. A sense of loneliness untold, So boundless, deep, unknown, I blindly reached my hands to hold Your palms within my own!
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