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

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!

by Alice Guerin Crist

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Comments (4)

A lovely write with a nice rhythm. I really like how she injects different colors throughout the piece. Helps to create its lovely imagery.
A beautiful poem and it s rhythm also felt good.
Like telling an opal it only looks like love, can only be a stone and watching it die of remorse
Oh how true! I'm ought to have atleast 20 characters to write this comment. But just an 'amazing' would do.