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Afterglow

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Afterglow

Alice Guerin Crist

Oct 21, 2022
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Afterglow

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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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