<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="center" class="head">All Souls."</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line">THERE'S traffic in the worlds immortal, </p><p class="line">For many souls are flying home;</p><p class="line">Striving and pushing at the portal</p><p class="line">For sight of glorious things to come.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">What rout of wings against the sunset!</p><p class="line">What rosy plumes the dawning bar!</p><p class="line">Heaven's stormed with gay and happy onset</p><p class="line">Of youngling things home from the War.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Against the inverted cup of azure,</p><p class="line">Against the evening, peach and green,</p><p class="line">The frolicsome young souls take their pleasure,</p><p class="line">Darting the silver stars between.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Though the old nests be sad, forsaken,</p><p class="line">The cotes of Heaven are yet unfilled:</p><p class="line">In trees of Heaven as yet untaken</p><p class="line">The immortal Loves begin to build.</p></div><p class="byline">Katharine Tynan.</p>(<em>British Review</em>, May, 1915.)</body></html> · Great War