A magic wrought of dying dreams <br /> A wizard light that creeps and glows; <br />Painting grey hills and sluggish streams <br /> In tints of gold and rose <br /> <br />Staining with fire the cherry-snow <br /> Lighting our hearts with sudden flame <br />As if the love of long ago <br /> Back from its ashes came <br /> <br />Rose-flushed and radiant everything <br /> And joy and hope are born anew; <br />Even the darting swallow's wing <br /> Has caught its glowing hue <br /> <br />Ah! swift it dies from hill and plain... <br /> Be wise dear heart and let me go; <br />Not love that lit our hearts again - <br /> Only it's afterglow!<br /><br />Alice Guerin Crist<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/afterglow/
