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BROKEN CHORDS.

LIKE the harmonies that struggle
Through the fugueing of an air ;
Thus I heard them, broken fragments,
From a music sweet and rare.

What the whole might be I know not ;
'Tis but mine to tell the tale
As I heard it, softly falling,
Through the twilight clear and pale.