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

41. Joining The Colours 4/14/2010
42. Lambs 1/3/2003
43. Lament 4/14/2010
44. Lenton Communion 4/14/2010
45. Mater Dei 1/3/2003
46. Mediation 4/14/2010
47. Meetings 4/14/2010
48. Menace 4/14/2010
49. Mid The Piteous Heaps Of Dead 4/14/2010
50. Missing 4/14/2010
51. New Heaven 4/14/2010
52. No Man's Land 4/14/2010
53. Noel 4/14/2010
54. Nymphs 1/3/2003
55. Of An Orchard 4/14/2010
56. Of St. Francis And The Ass 4/14/2010
57. Old Song Re-Sung 1/3/2003
58. Palestine: 1917 4/14/2010
59. Pilgrims To The East 4/14/2010
60. Prayer At Night 4/14/2010
61. Quiet Eyes 4/14/2010
62. Recompense: (For Lord Kilhacken) 4/14/2010
63. Resurrection 4/14/2010
64. Riding Home 4/14/2010
65. Salutation 4/14/2010
66. Shamrock Song 4/14/2010
67. Sheep And Lambs 1/3/2003
68. Slow Spring 1/3/2003
69. Song Of Going 4/14/2010
70. Speeding 4/14/2010
71. St. Francis And The Birds 1/3/2003
72. Starling 4/14/2010
73. Telling The Bees: (For Edward Tennant) 4/14/2010
74. The Aerodrome 4/14/2010
75. The Aerodrome 4/14/2010
76. The Bird's Bargain 1/3/2003
77. The Boys Of The House: For Valentine And Hubert Blake 4/14/2010
78. The Bride 4/14/2010
79. The Broken Soldier 4/14/2010
80. The Brothers (For Arnold And Donald Fletcher) 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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