The Dream: (For my Father) (Katharine Tynan Poems)
Over and over again I dream a dream, I am coming home to you in the starlit gloam;Long was the day ...
Over and over again I dream a dream, I am coming home to you in the starlit gloam;Long was the day ...
GOOD roaring pistol-boys, brave lads of gold,Good roistering easy maids, blown cock-a-hoopOn floods of tavern-steam, I greet you! DrunkWith wild ...
You are the safe and firelit room,I am the open wold.You are the city, and this your doom—Never to feel ...
O fancy, if thou flyest, come back anon, Thy fluttering wings are soft as love's first word, And fragrant as the feathers ...
It is a winter's taleThat the snow blind twilight ferries over the lakesAnd floating fields from the farm in the ...
THE Will-o'-the-Wisp is out on the marsh,And all alone he goes;There's not a sight of his glimmering lightFrom break of ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
High up above the open, welcoming door It hangs, a piece of wood with colours dim. Once, long ago, it ...
When outside the icy rain Comes leaping helter-skelter, Shall I tie my restive brain Snugly under shelter? Shall I make ...
LOVERS, forget your love, And list to the love of these, She a window flower, And he a winter breeze. ...
Soldiers are citizens of death's gray land, Drawing no dividend from time's to-morrows. In the great hour of destiny they ...
When I'm among a blaze of lights, With tawdry music and cigars And women dawdling through delights, And officers in ...
Then the bright lamp is carried in, The sunless hours again begin; O'er all without, in field and lane, The ...
At evening when the lamp is lit, Around the fire my parents sit; They sit at home and talk and ...
Soldiers are citizens of death's gray land, Drawing no dividend from time's to-morrows. In the great hour of destiny they ...
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