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A Minor Chord

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I heard a strain of music in the street -          A wandering waif of sound.    And then straightway         A nameless desolation filled the day.     The great green earth that had been fair and sweet,     Seemed but a tomb; the life I thought replete          With joy, grew lonely for a vanished May.          Forgotten sorrows resurrected lay     Like bleaching skeletons about my feet.     Above me stretched the silent, suffering sky,          Dumb with vast anguish for departed suns         That brutal Time to nothingness has hurled.     The daylight was as sad as smiles that lie          Upon the wistful, unkissed mouths of nuns,         And I stood prisoned in an awful world.

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"I heard a strain of music in the street -..."

This evocative piece by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, titled "A Minor Chord", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...

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