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! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONGS FOR MY MOTHER: 2. HER HANDS by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH CENTENNIAL MEDITATION OF COLUMBIA by SIDNEY LANIER THE SHRINE OF VENUS by ANTIPATER OF SIDON VERSES, SUGGESTED BY THE FUNERAL OF AN EPITAPH IN BURY CHURCH-YARD by BERNARD BARTON AT THE LAST by RICHARD DODDRIDGE BLACKMORE |