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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.