Katharine Tynan [Katharine Tynan Hinkson, Katharine Tynan-Hinkson, Katharine Hinkson-Tynan] (23 January 1861 - 2 Apirl 1931 / 23 January 1861 – 2 April 1931)
Poems of Katharine Tynan
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| 121. | The Open Road | 4/14/2010 |
| 122. | The Perfect Playmate | 4/14/2010 |
| 123. | The Predestined | 4/14/2010 |
| 124. | The Promise | 4/14/2010 |
| 125. | The Refreshment | 4/14/2010 |
| 126. | The Refuge | 4/14/2010 |
| 127. | The Riders | 4/14/2010 |
| 128. | The Sad Spring | 4/14/2010 |
| 129. | The Secret Foe | 4/14/2010 |
| 130. | The Summons | 4/14/2010 |
| 131. | The Temple | 4/14/2010 |
| 132. | The Test | 4/14/2010 |
| 133. | The Truce of God | 4/14/2010 |
| 134. | The Trust | 4/14/2010 |
| 135. | The Vestal | 4/14/2010 |
| 136. | The Vision | 4/14/2010 |
| 137. | The Vision: (Katia: Easter Sunday, 1916) | 4/14/2010 |
| 138. | The Wall Between | 4/14/2010 |
| 139. | The Watchers | 4/14/2010 |
| 140. | The Weeping Babe | 1/3/2003 |
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The Foggy Dew
A splendid place is London, with golden store,
For them that have the heart and hope and youth galore;
But mournful are its streets to me, I tell you true,
For I'm longing sore for Ireland in the foggy dew.
The sun he shines all day here, so fierce and fine,
With never a wisp of mist at all to dim his shine;
The sun he shines all day here from skies of blue:
He hides his face in Ireland in the foggy dew.
