Here you will find the Poem The Banshee of poet Alice Guerin Crist
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. Our two young hearts long, sorely tried, By poverty and love denied Still waiting for some favouring tide, And now! Death come so nigh. `Which of us two is called away You or I-You or I?? I heard my patient poor love say, With bitter plaintive sigh. `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?. We raised our hearts in fervent prayer, Rose and I-Rose and I, Nor knew our troubles ended there, Our happiness came nigh. For `twas the grim old farmer, he- My only kin, rich, miserly, Who, dying left his wealth to me- For whom the banshee cried.
