Poems by Katharine Tynan
The Fields of France
... Where the brown earth's red as a rose, ...
Of An Orchard
... Right good, when Spring awakes her flute, ...
The Vision: (Katia: Easter Sunday, 1916)
... In that sad place, parched, without shade, ...
Prayer At Night
... Let him know His Shepherd 'tis that loves him so ...
A Lament
... (Oh, forgive, dear Lovelace, laid ...
The Little Old Woman
... And their hearts lie under her feet in the green grass ...
The Image
... A turn o' the neck, a curl, sweet hands, clear eyes, ...
The Vision
... And given to "language" that would fright ...
Noel
... And the singing stars danced in their flight, ...
The Summons
... As though 'twere the song of a bird, ...
The Secret Foe
... Strike through his coat of mail ...
The Deserted
... Thou bearest the world's weight up that hill, ...
To Two Bereaved
... The Mercy of the Lord bends down to you ...
What turned the Germans Back
... And though her flock should wander light, ...
Vigil
... With " Yours" and "Mine" they make great sport, ...
