Poems by Katharine Tynan
Dead- A Prisoner
... Yea they shall soar, shall spring aloft ...
The Old Soldier
... Waiting to welcome them by the strange door ...
The Truce of God
... After Suvla Now to the stricken doe ...
Winter Sunset
... My heart aches with pleasure ...
Distraction
... Say: Through the crusts of earth, My creature ...
A Song Of Spring
... The trees are out in Heaven they say ...
Wings In The Night
... Flown from the fields of slaughter, ...
A Colloquy: (For M. W.)
... He, my boy slain in his youth to serve some mad king's pleasure ...
Epiphany: (For Dora, 1918)
... The gold, the frankincense she brings, ...
A Song Of Going
... I would not live to stretch my shrivelled hands ...
Good Friday, A.D. 33
... Is there none to help Him with His Cross -- not one ...
A Song for the New Year {1915}
... He shall bind their wounds up and their tears shall cease: ...
The Wall Between
... So thin has grown, like a precious stone, ...
The Father
... The Father sees him, splendid and laughing still, ...
What She Said
... She sighed in the Autumn weather: -- ...
