Alice Guerin Crist

Alice Guerin Crist Poems

  • 1.  
    They donâ??t believe in fairies,
    Those old folk wide and staid, Theyâ??ve never caught the glitter
  • 2.  
    Gay balloons and coloured streamers,
    Gliding figures, footsteps light, Flannelled youths and short-frocked maidens
  • 3.  
    Oâ??Shea was a big railway ganger, clean-hearted, and clean-limbed and shy,
    With a glint of grey hair at his temples, and smile in his Irish blue eye; Heâ??d but one speech for every occasion, as you told him the news of the day,
  • 4.  
    As we came down the old boreen,
    Rose and I â?? Rose and I, At vesper time on Sunday eâ??en,
  • 5.  
    The sun is setting behind the range,
    his golden rays pour down On a little figure, childish, strange,
  • 6.  
    November days in Ireland
    The skies are dull and grey, But Oh! The clear strong flame of love,
  • 7.  
    The harvest moon was shininâ??
    As Murtagh came from the fair, And Oh! The scent of the new-mown hay
  • 8.  
    Her hair was dark and curly, floatinâ?? to the saddle bow,
    Her laugh was frank and girlish, and her voice was sweet and low; When I was one-and-twenty, sure my heart was in a whirl,
  • 9.  
    A letter from â??The Eastâ? it came today,
    And all the house is lightened of its gloom: A sun-browned desert wind through every room
  • 10.  
    The church was wrapped in darkness save for the alter-light,
    And save where near the marble rail six tapers glimmered bright Oâ??er waxen heavy-scented flowers and coffin plated deep,
  • 11.  
    We have scrubbed, and scoured and polished, till she's looking just like new,
    And her good old engines singing, and our hearts are singing too, While the magpies pipe a chorus, and the air's like a sparkling fizz.
  • 12.  
    Under the wintry skies,
    Sundered from home and kin, With patience and love in her eyes,
  • 13.  
    â??I thank my god for brother wind,â?
    So prayed St. Francis long ago In words of simple, joyous praise,
  • 14.  
    A night of storm and wind and rain,
    Tall trees bowing beneath the blast That shakes and rattles the window-pane,
  • 15.  
    The world is all one smother of grass,
    Waves of it rolling deep and green, Clothing the paddocksâ?? gentle slope,
  • 16.  
    Oh my heart beat high with joy elate,
    When Danny rode in the Huntersâ?? Plate On Enniskillen, the raking grey-
  • 17.  
    Golden and white in the garden walk,
    Chrysanthemums gather their bravest show, â??Mid withered blossom and wilted stalk
  • 18.  
    The double-blossomed peach-trees with rosy bloom were gay When grandpa rode beneath them upon his courting way,
  • 19.  
    Iâ??ve lit the Christmas candle,
    As we used to long ago When it shone through cabin windows
  • 20.  
    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
  • 21.  
    The sun is setting behind the range,
    His golden rays pour down On a little figure, childish and strange,
  • 22.  
    Fields of lucerne and waving wheat,
    White-washed sheds, and cottage neat, Nesting orchards and mulberry trees,
  • 23.  
    The morn is sweet and radiant with blue sky over all,
    Thereâ??s a flame of Oleanders over the adobe wall, And the birds are singing gaily â?? I must crush my sorrow down
  • 24.  
    We found one evening, in the scrub,
    a road the timber-getters made, a winding, dim, mysterious track,
  • 25.  
    We are saddling Don and Laddie,
    Mid laughter, and fun and noise And maybe, a sigh in passing
  • 26.  
    â??Mid wattle scents and sounds of Spring,
    The old man, dreaming in his chair, Is back where skylarks soar and sing
  • 27.  
    A magic wrought of dying dreams
    A wizard light that creeps and glows; Painting grey hills and sluggish streams
  • 28.  
    In a garden where the may made the straggling fences gay
    And the roses cream and scarlet shed their petals on the breezeYour maiden aunts and I, and you, demure and shy,
  • 29.  
    The heat haze veiled the distant hills, the white clouds floated high,
    Drifting in slow content across the blue Australian sky;And down in Clancyâ??s paddock there were mirth and laughter gay,
  • 30.  
    The little creek went winding down
    â??Twixt whispering reeds and small blue flowers,Singing a pleasant summer song
  • 31.  
    They tell of harps and golden crowns, and singing,
    But oh, I think, when ends the strife and pain,That our dear Lord will lead the souls that love Him
  • 32.  
    Youâ??ll not find the name in geography books,
    It isnâ??t marked on the map,Nor mentioned in atlas or history,
  • 33.  
    When Rody came to Ironbark, there spread a hectic glow
    around the little township - a dozen years ago,and the townsfolk were divided, twixt laughter and dismay
  • 34.  
    Last night, when I was listeninâ??
    Alone, to wind and rain,He took the chair beside me,
  • 35.  
    Oh! Have you stolen out, one summer morning
    To pick white crocus â??neath the garden wall,Or shaken softly the big scented roses
  • 36.  
    Old tales of valour fire our blood
    But this, the bravest deed I knowIs written of our modern times,
  • 37.  
    We planned a glorious voyage, my Captain bold and I,
    To sail in bliss on summer seas while halcyon days went by;And underneath a speckless sky in a little dancing breeze,
Total 37 poems written by Alice Guerin Crist

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