Alice Guerin Crist

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

Alice Guerin Crist Poems

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

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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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Resurrection

All rank on rank the tall white lillies stood,
The graceful palms against the rose-flushed sky
Showed gemmed with dew-drops, and red poppies glowed
Through the rank grass near by.

All hushed the air was - rapt and clear and still
The earth, late racked with pain
Felt it's insensate form with rapture thrill
And hope was born again

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