Alice Guerin Crist

(6 February 1876 - 13 June 1941 / Clare Castle)

Alice Guerin Crist Poems

1. The Courtship Of Young John 4/5/2010
2. The Old Days - And The New 4/5/2010
3. The Way Of The Bush 4/5/2010
4. The Young Rebel 4/5/2010
5. West Of Fanny O'Dea's 4/5/2010
6. When Rody Came To Ironbark 4/5/2010
7. The Voyage 4/5/2010
8. The Latest Martyr (Mexico 1926) 4/5/2010
9. The Ride Of Rody Burke 4/5/2010
10. The Silver Box 4/5/2010
11. The Water-Witch 4/5/2010
12. The First School Day 4/5/2010
13. Old Tin Liz 1/1/2004
14. Grass 4/5/2010
15. Himself 4/5/2010
16. Homesick 4/5/2010
17. In Winter 4/5/2010
18. Milestones 4/5/2010
19. Sixty Years Ago 4/5/2010
20. Brother Wind 4/5/2010
21. Christmas Welcome 4/5/2010
22. “o’shea” 4/5/2010
23. Bid Mccrae 4/5/2010
24. O’grady’s Little Girl 4/5/2010
25. November In Ireland 1/1/2004
26. A Song Of Delight 4/5/2010
27. Croquet 4/5/2010
28. Murtagh The Cobbler 4/5/2010
29. A Young Rebel 4/5/2010
30. Adventure 4/5/2010
31. The Banshee 4/5/2010
32. A Letter From Palestine 4/5/2010
33. Enniskillen 4/5/2010
34. Resurrection 1/1/2004
35. Fairies 4/5/2010
36. A Dream Of Heaven 4/5/2010
37. Afterglow 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Alice Guerin Crist

Afterglow

A magic wrought of dying dreams
A wizard light that creeps and glows;
Painting grey hills and sluggish streams
In tints of gold and rose

Staining with fire the cherry-snow
Lighting our hearts with sudden flame
As if the love of long ago
Back from its ashes came

Rose-flushed and radiant everything
And joy and hope are born anew;
Even the darting swallow's wing
Has caught its glowing hue

Ah! swift it dies from hill and plain...
Be wise dear heart and let me go;
Not love that lit our hearts again -
Only it's afterglow!

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November In Ireland

November days in Ireland
The skies are dull and grey,
But Oh! The clear strong flame of love,
That burns by night and day.
As swift and bright the whispered prayers fly to the Heavens O'erhead,
From faithful hearts in Ireland, remembering their dead.

No primroses or cowslips now,
But cold November rain,

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