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Poem by Katharine Tynan


Bring flowers to strew His way, 
Yea, sing, make holiday; 
Bid young lambs leap, 
And earth laugh after sleep. 

For now He cometh forth
Winter flies to the north, 
Folds wings and cries 
Amid the bergs and ice. 

Yea, Death, great Death is dead, 
And Life reigns in his stead;
Cometh the Athlete 
New from dead DeathТs defeat. 

Cometh the Wrestler, 
But Death he makes no stir, 
Utterly spent and done, 
And all his kingdom gone.

Katharine Tynan

Katharine Tynan's other poems:
  1. The Sad Spring
  2. The Broken Soldier
  3. Wings in the Night
  4. The Vestal
  5. Winter Sunset

Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • Edmund Spenser Easter ("MOST glorious Lord of Lyfe! that, on this day")
  • George Herbert Easter ("Rise, heart, thy lord is risen. Sing his praise")
  • Emily Johnson Easter ("Lent gathers up her cloak of sombre shading")
  • Joyce Kilmer Easter ("The air is like a butterfly")

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