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Fri, 26 Jun 2009
A Silver poem by Katharine Tynan, what could be nicer in Gold and Silver.xx
GOLD
AND SILVER
SILVER
By Katharine
Tynan
'Twas up the
hill and down the hill,
Upon the hottest day, And in the wood we
found a pool Where silver
fishes play.
The three
tall poplars standing
there Had caught the
wind and kept Turning their silver leaves
in air
Though all the breezes
slept.
And in the deep and amber
pool The silver
fins and gold Went turning till the day was cool
And very nearly
cold.
I
wish I was a little
fish
All the hot day to swim, All the
hot night to lie asleep
In depths so green and
dim.
Tonight when I shall fall
asleep It may be I
shall dream Of silver trees that turn a silver
leaf Of
fins
a-gleam..
Tynan was born into a large farming family
in Clondalkin, County Dublin, and educated at a
convent Drogheda. Her poems were first published in
1878. Tynan went on to play a major part in Dublin
literary circles,
until she married and moved to England; later she
lived at Clare morris, County Mayo magistrate there
from 1914 until 1919.