Poems by Katharine Tynan
The Riders
... There was a sound as Heaven dropt tears ...
A Woman Commends Her Little Son
... In the Wound that the spear made ...
Colours
... Blues and greens and a white bough ...
The Vestal
... What of the house they should have built ...
A Song Of Christmas
... There were poor travellers such a night ...
When You Come Home
... Such a queer world when all the boys are gone, ...
Christmas in the year of the War
... Poor war-worn world, you shall have ease! ...
Slow Spring
... Grow slowly, year, like a child that is dear, ...
The Choice
... Its gillyflowers and phlox and cloves, ...
Comfort
... And like that bird who leans her heart ...
The Refuge
... li-orn the voices of the world that fret and deafen, ...
The Dream: (For my Father)
... Of the firelit window when I've crossed the hill ...
Any Mother
... One bright head tossed hither, thither ...
The Last Parting
... Wonder at her pale joy: the while ...
To One in Grief
... Galls your poor shoulders till they bleed, ...
