THERE'S traffic in the worlds immortal, <br />For many souls are flying home, <br />Striving and pushing at the portal <br />For sight of glorious things to come. <br /> <br />What rout of wings against the sunset? <br />What rosy plumes the dawning bar? <br />Heaven's stormed with gay and happy onset <br />Of youngling things home from the War. <br /> <br />Against the inverted cup of azure, <br />Against the evening, peach and green, <br />The frolicsome young souls take their pleasure, <br />Darting the silver stars between. <br /> <br />Though the old nests be sad, forsaken, <br />The cotes of Heaven are yet unfilled: <br />In trees of Heaven as yet untaken <br />The immortal Loves lift hearts and build.<br /><br />Katharine Tynan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-souls-2/
