Poems (Cromwell)/Preparation
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!