<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342188" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Banshee</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As we came down the old boreen,<br>Rose and I – Rose and I,<br>At vesper time on Sunday e’en,<br>We heard a banshee cry!<br>Beyond the churchyard dim and dark,<br>‘Neath whispering elms, and yew-trees stark,<br>Where our star shone-a corpse-like spark-<br>Against the wintry sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We heard and shuddered sick with dread,<br>Rose and I- Rose and I,<br>As the shrill keening rang o’erhead<br>Where cloud-wrack floated high.<br>Our two young hearts long, sorely tried,<br>By poverty and love denied<br>Still waiting for some favouring tide,<br>And now! Death come so nigh.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Which of us two is called away<br>You or I-You or I?”<br>I heard my patient poor love say,<br>With bitter plaintive sigh.<br>‘Neither, dear girl,” I bravely said,<br>‘To Mary Mother bow your head,<br>And cry for help to Her instead,<br>Nor heed the Banshee’s cry’.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We raised our hearts in fervent prayer,<br>Rose and I-Rose and I,<br>Nor knew our troubles ended there,<br>Our happiness came nigh.<br>For ‘twas the grim old farmer, he-<br>My only kin, rich, miserly,<br>Who, dying left his wealth to me-<br>For whom the banshee cried.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alice+Guerin+Crist">Alice Guerin Crist</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342188" data-title="The Banshee de Alice Guerin Crist" data-description="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- Agains..."></div> </div> </div>

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