Katharine Tynan

[Katharine Tynan Hinkson, Katharine Tynan-Hinkson, Katharine Hinkson-Tynan] (23 January 1861 - 2 Apirl 1931 / 23 January 1861 – 2 April 1931)

Katharine Tynan Poems

1. A Birth-Night Song 4/14/2010
2. A Colloquy: (For M. W.) 4/14/2010
3. A Connaught Man (For Hugh Maguire) 4/14/2010
4. A Gardener-Sage 1/3/2003
5. A Girl's Song 4/14/2010
6. A Hero 4/14/2010
7. A Holy Week Song, 1918 4/14/2010
8. A Lament 4/14/2010
9. A Prayer { For Those Who Shall Return} 4/14/2010
10. A Song For The New Year {1915} 4/14/2010
11. A Song Of Going 4/14/2010
12. A Song Of Spring 4/14/2010
13. A Woman Commends Her Little Son 4/14/2010
14. Adveniat Regnum Tuum 1/3/2003
15. After Ascension 4/14/2010
16. Alienation 4/14/2010
17. All Souls 4/14/2010
18. Any Mother 4/14/2010
19. Any Woman 1/3/2003
20. Autumnal 4/14/2010
21. Blessings 1/3/2003
22. Christmas In The Year Of The War 4/14/2010
23. Colours 4/14/2010
24. Comfort 4/14/2010
25. Dead- A Prisoner 4/14/2010
26. Distraction 4/14/2010
27. Easter 1/3/2003
28. Emptiness 4/14/2010
29. Epiphany: (For Dora, 1918) 4/14/2010
30. Farewell 4/14/2010
31. Flower O' The Year 4/14/2010
32. Flower Of Youth 4/14/2010
33. For The Airmen 4/14/2010
34. Good Friday, A.D. 33 4/14/2010
35. Haymaking 4/14/2010
36. Herbal 4/14/2010
37. High Summer 4/14/2010
38. His Footstep 4/14/2010
39. Immortality 1/3/2003
40. Indian Summer 4/14/2010
Best Poem of Katharine Tynan

A Song Of Spring

The Spring comes slowly up this way,
Slowly, slowly,
Under a snood of hodden grey.

The black and white for her array,
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.

Where is her green that was so gay?
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.

Unto a world too sick for May,
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.

Where are the lads that used to play?
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.

She has no heart for holiday,
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.

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A Gardener-Sage

Here in the garden-bed,
Hoeing the celery,
Wonders the Lord has made
Pass ever before me.
I see the young birds build,
And swallows come and go,
And summer grow and gild,
And winter die in snow.

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