Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WINTER IN IRELAND, by CHARLES BEWLEY First Line: In winter twilights Last Line: Christ walks again. Subject(s): Ireland; Oxford University; Irish | ||||||||
IN winter twilights Under the rain Christ is walking By moor and plain. From east and south They have driven Him forth, He finds no home In the bitter north: But here in the west, When day grows dim, A faithful people Is waiting Him. They set a candle In every home To shed its light If the Christ should come. And none dares turn The poor away, For Christ on earth Was as poor as they. And if He comes, What should He find But the drip of the rain And the winter wind, And the love of the poor Before Him spread, And the earth made rich With the sainted dead? In winter twilights By moor and plain In holy Ireland Christ walks again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SIGHTSEERS by PAUL MULDOON THE DREAM SONGS: 290 by JOHN BERRYMAN AN IRISH HEADLAND by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE GIANT'S RING: BALLYLESSON, NEAR BELFAST by ROBINSON JEFFERS IRELAND; WRITTEN FOR THE ART AUTOGRAPH DURING IRISH FAMINE by SIDNEY LANIER THE EYES ARE ALWAYS BROWN by GERALD STERN A GIRL'S SONG ON HER LOVER, PAIDIN RUADH by CHARLES BEWLEY |
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