Poems (Cromwell)/Preparation
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PREPARATION
A time will come when I shall breathe
New melodies to soothe and fold,
Like portions of a mellow sheath,
My sorrow. While my songs withhold
Their tones, I pause before the years;
I gaze on the grey world; I strive
To clear the mist of doubting tears.
—My songs, what music you'll derive
Prom silence in the time to come!
New melodies to soothe and fold,
Like portions of a mellow sheath,
My sorrow. While my songs withhold
Their tones, I pause before the years;
I gaze on the grey world; I strive
To clear the mist of doubting tears.
—My songs, what music you'll derive
Prom silence in the time to come!