Katharine Tynan Poems (188 Poems)
The Children of Lir (Katharine Tynan Poems)
Out upon the sand-dunes thrive the coarse long grasses;Herons standing knee-deep in the brackish pool;Overhead the sunset fire and flame amassesAnd the moon to eastward rises pale and cool.Rose and green around her, silver-gray and pearly,Chequered with the black rooks … Continue reading
The Vision (Katharine Tynan Poems)
An average man was Private Flynn, Good stuff for soldiering, no doubt;Troublesome when the drink was in, A quiet lad when it was out. Too fond of gaming and the girls, And given to “language” that would frightHis mother dreaming of his curls And … Continue reading
The Legend of St. Austin and the Child (Katharine Tynan Poems)
St. Austin, going in thoughtAlong the sea-sands gray,Into another world was caught,And Carthage far away. He saw the City of GodHang in the saffron sky;And this was holy ground he trod,Where mortals come not nigh. He saw pale spires aglow,Houses … Continue reading
St. Francis and the Birds (Katharine Tynan Poems)
Little sisters, the birds:We must praise God, you and I (Katharine Tynan)
The Convent Garden (Katharine Tynan Poems)
The Convent garden lies so near The road the people go,If it was quiet you might hear The nuns’ talk, merry and low. Black London trees have made their screen From folk who pry and peer,The sooty sparrows now begin Their talk of country … Continue reading
Shamrock Song (Katharine Tynan Poems)
O, the red rose may be fair,And the lily statelier;But my shamrock, one in three,Takes the very heart of me! Many a lover hath the roseWhen june’s musk-wind breathes and blows:And in many a bower is heardHer sweet praise from … Continue reading
Good Friday, A.D. 33 (Katharine Tynan Poems)
Mother, why are people crowding now and staring? Child, it is a malefactor goes to His doom,To the high hill of Calvary He’s faring, And the people pressing and pushing to make room Lest they miss the sight to come. Oh, the poor … Continue reading
Of St. Francis and the Ass (Katharine Tynan Poems)
Our father, ere he wentOut with his brother, Death,Smiling and well-contentAs a bridegroom goeth,Sweetly forgiveness prayedFrom man or beast whom heHad ever injuredOr burdened needlessly. ‘Verily,’ then said he,‘I crave before I passForgiveness full and freeOf my little brother, the … Continue reading
When You Come Home (Katharine Tynan Poems)
All will be right when you come home, dear lad, But oh, ’tis long of coming that you are!Everything’s wrong with all the world and sad; There are so many hurt in this long war,So many missing, who will never come, Lying out … Continue reading
The Choice (Katharine Tynan Poems)
When skies are blue and days are bright A kitchen-garden’s my delight, Set round with rows of decent box And blowsy girls of hollyhocks. Before the lark his Lauds hath done And ere the corncrake’s southward gone; Before the thrush good-night hath said And the young … Continue reading
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