DREAM ECHOES

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!