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 ...
Katharine Tynan Poems on Home (26 Poems)
The New Recruit (Katharine Tynan Poems)
The lads were once my comrades, They stay at home content.And now's the time of cricket, They count the days well spent.They ...
Haymaking (Katharine Tynan Poems)
Aye, sure, it does always be rainin' An' the hay lyin' out in the wet,But what's the good o' complainin'? It never ...
Immortality (Katharine Tynan Poems)
So I have sunk my roots in earthSince that my pretty boys had birth;And fear no more the grave and ...
A Colloquy: (For M. W.) (Katharine Tynan Poems)
"When you get to Heaven, seek and find my boy. Mother him!" "Until you come?" "I shall never come.Earth was good ...
The Garden (Katharine Tynan Poems)
I know a garden like a child,Clean and new-washed and reconciled.It grows its own sweet way, yet stillHas guidance of ...
After Ascension (Katharine Tynan Poems)
Those twelve years from Ascension Until the day of meeting broke,She was not so much all alone As it might seem to ...
The Golden Boy (Katharine Tynan Poems)
IN times of peace, so clean and bright,And with a new-washed morning face,He walked Pall Mall, a goodly sight,The finished ...
The Mother of Three (Katharine Tynan Poems)
Oh, to have a little farm, A little hearth so warm and bright,And three little boys all safe from harm In from ...
Riding Home (Katharine Tynan Poems)
Who are these that go to the high peaks and the snow?Side by side do they ride, their steady eyes ...
They Who Return (Katharine Tynan Poems)
To Mrs. WeigallInto the stricken house who steals on quiet feet And sudden brings the sunshine it used to wear?Whose is ...
The Perfect Playmate (Katharine Tynan Poems)
Roger Charles Noel Bellingham. Before Ypres, March 4th, 1915The Perfect Playmate, whither does he strayThat now no more his feet ...
Wings In The Night (Katharine Tynan Poems)
Now in the soft spring midnight There's rush of wings and whirr,Birds flying softly, swiftly; The night's a-flutter, a-stir.Home by the bitter ...
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 ...
The Wild Geese (Katharine Tynan Poems)
Wild geese fly overhead In the wild Autumn weather.Souls of the newly-dead Crying and flying together.Home from the last great fight, The souls ...
‘Mid the Piteous Heaps of Dead (Katharine Tynan Poems)
'MID the piteous heaps of deadGoes one weary golden headTossing ever to and fro,Calling loud and calling low.Mother, mother, step ...
Quiet Eyes (Katharine Tynan Poems)
The boys come home, come home from war, With quiet eyes for quiet things --A child, a lamb, a flower, a ...
All Souls (Katharine Tynan Poems)
THERE'S traffic in the worlds immortal, For many souls are flying home,Striving and pushing at the portal For sight of glorious things ...
Of An Orchard (Katharine Tynan Poems)
Good is an Orchard, the Saint saith,To meditate on life and death,With a cool well, a hive of bees,A hermit's ...
The Long Vacation (Katharine Tynan Poems)
To Amy WainwrightThis is the time the boys come home from school, Filling the house with gay and happy noise,Never at ...
The Wind that Shakes the Barley (Katharine Tynan Poems)
There's music in my heart all day,I hear it late and early,It comes from fields are far away,The wind that ...
Adveniat Regnum Tuum (Katharine Tynan Poems)
Thy kingdom come ! Yea, bid it come!But when Thy kingdom first beganOn earth, Thy kingdom was a home,A child, ...
Adveniat Regnum Tuum (Katharine Tynan Poems)
Thy kingdom come ! Yea, bid it come! But when Thy kingdom first began On earth, Thy kingdom was a ...
Immortality (Katharine Tynan Poems)
So I have sunk my roots in earth Since that my pretty boys had birth; And fear no more the ...
St. Francis and the Birds (Katharine Tynan Poems)
Little sisters, the birds: We must praise God, you and I You, with songs that fill the sky, I, with ...
The Wind that Shakes the Barley (Katharine Tynan Poems)
There's music in my heart all day, I hear it late and early, It comes from fields are far away, ...