O year, grow slowly.
Exquisite, holy, The days go
With almonds showing the pink stars blowing And birds in the dawn.
Grow slowly, year, like a child that is dear, Or a lamb that is mild,
By little steps, and by little skips, Like a lamb or a child.
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Katharine Tynan
Katharine Tynan (23 January 1859 – 2 April 1931) was an Irish writer,[1] known mainly for her novels and poetry. After her marriage in 1898 to t…
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