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Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен)


A Hero


He was so foolish, the poor lad,
    He made superior people smile
Who knew not of the wings he had
    Budding and growing all the while;
Nor that the laurel wreath was made
Already for his curly head.

Silly and childish in his ways;
    They said: "His future comes to naught."
His future! In the dreadful days
    When in a toil his feet were caught
He hacked his way to glory bright
Before his day went down in night.

He fretted wiser folk--small blame!
    Such futile, feeble brains were his.
Now we doff hats to hear his name,
    Ask pardon where his spirit is,
Because we never guessed him for
A hero in the disguise he wore.

It matters little how we live
    So long as we may greatly die.
Fashioned for great things, O forgive
    Our dullness in the days gone by!
Now glory wraps you like a cloak
From us, and all such common folk. 



Katharine Tynan's other poems:
  1. Turn o' the Year
  2. The Young Soldier
  3. The Predestined
  4. High Summer
  5. Colours


Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • Robert Service (Роберт Сервис) A Hero ("Three times I had the lust to kill")

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