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Poem by Katharine Tynan
Wings in the Night
Now in the soft spring midnight There's rush of wings and whirr, Birds flying softly, swiftly; The night's a-flutter, a-stir. Home by the bitter seas, They have sped home together. So glad to be coming home To the grey hills, the grey weather. Calling and calling softly One lights by the window-pane: The rook, weary with building, Turns to his sleep again. Ere ever the moor-hens wake And the wild duck come in, The birds are about the house With a long call and thin. They have wakened the wood-pigeon To make her plaintive moan, The wood-pigeon lamenting For sorrows not her own. Oh, they are never birds, But souls of men on the wind, Seeking the mother's breast, The heart that is soft and kind. Souls of the Irish dead, Flown from the fields of slaughter, Home to the mother's arms Over the wild grey water.
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