Tuesday, April 6, 2010
The End of the Day
The night darkens fast & the shadows darken,
Clouds & the rain gather about mine house,
Only the wood-dove moans, hearken, O hearken!
The moan of the wood-dove in the rain-wet boughs.
Loneliness & the night! The night is lonely
Star-covered the night takes to a tender breast
Wrapping them in her veil these dark hours only
The weary, the bereaved, the dispossessed.
When will it lighten? Once the night was kindly
Nor all her hours went by leaden & long.
Now in mine house the hours go groping blindly.
After the shiver of dawn, the first bird's song.
Sleep now! The night with wings of splendour swept
Hides heavy eyes from light that they may sleep
Soft & secure, under her gaze so tender
Lest they should wake to weep, should wake to weep.
by Katharine Tynan
- MAY IN BLOOM
- Theft'? Loss of cheap power at issue
- John Deere Tractor
- My Cardigan Welsh Corgi Bitch
- Algernon Charles Swinburne
- LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING
- SOME keep the Sabbath going to church
- IT ’S like the light,—
- Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
- Each-Life-Converges by Emily Dickinson
- THE ROBIN
- The Lamb
- New Lamb born today
- The End of the Day
- KATHARINE TYNAN, A Favorite Irish Poet of Mine
- THE FLYING WHEEL
- OF ST. FRANCIS AND THE ASS
- Sheep and Lambs
- A Better Resurrection
- “GOOD FRIDAY” – by Christina G. Rossetti
- ‘Twas on a Holy Thursday, Their Innocent Faces Cle...
- The Last Supper (1542), Rome, Galleria Borghese
- ▼ April (23)
- ► 2009 (263)
- I grew up in Chautauqua County, NY. I graduated from Edinboro University of Pennyslvania in 1981 with a BFA in Jewelry and Metalworking. I have been married 31 years. I currently run a small business with my husband. We both enjoy the outdoors and animals a great deal and live on a tiny farm in Western, NY.