Sunday, February 19, 2012

Cry of the Banshee

by Alice Guerin Crist
1876-1941, written in 1921




As we came down the old boreen,
Rose and I – Rose and I,
At vesper time on Sunday e’en,
We heard a banshee cry!



Beyond the churchyard dim and dark,





‘Neath whispering elms, and yew-trees stark,



Where our star shone-a corpse-like spark-
Against the wintry sky.



We heard and shuddered sick with dread,
Rose and I- Rose and I,
As the shrill keening rang o’erhead
Where cloud-wrack floated high.


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Our two young hearts long, sorely tried,
By poverty and love denied
Still waiting for some favouring tide,
And now! Death come so nigh.

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‘Which of us two is called away
You or I-You or I?”
I heard my patient poor love say,
With bitter plaintive sigh.


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‘Neither, dear girl,” I bravely said,
‘To Mary Mother bow your head,
And cry for help to Her instead,
Nor heed the Banshee’s cry’.

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We raised our hearts in fervent prayer,
Rose and I-Rose and I,
Nor knew our troubles ended there,
Our happiness came nigh.

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For ‘twas the grim old farmer, he-
My only kin, rich, miserly,

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Who, dying left his wealth to me-
For whom the banshee cried.

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The pendant necklace on a 24" beaded strand, filled with Celtic imagery, can be purchased here.

Banshee pendant created by Tanya Bond
Kirkby Lonsdale, churchyard 

Chillingham Yew Trees
Winter Sky







1 comment:

  1. Love the Pictures, Poem, and the Perfect Paddy's Day charms! Thanks
    Hanna

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