Gladys 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
From silence in the time to come!
Gladys Cromwell
(1885-1919)
Preparation
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