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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=533719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Christmas Eve</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">GOOD fellows are laughing and drinking<br> (To-night no heart should grieve),<br>But I am of old days thinking,<br> Alone, on Christmas Eve.<br>Old memories fast are springing<br> To life again; old rhymes<br>Once more in my brain are ringing—<br> Ah, God be with old times! <br>There never was man so lonely<br> But ghosts walked him beside,<br>For Death our spirits can only<br> By veils of sense divide.<br>Numberless as the blades of<br> Grass in the fields that grow,<br>Around us hover the shades of<br> The dead of long ago. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Friends living a word estranges;<br> We smile, and we say “Adieu!”<br>But, whatsoever else changes,<br> Dead friends are faithful and true.<br>An old-time tune, or a flower,<br> The simplest thing held dear<br>In bygone days has the power<br> Once more to bring them near. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And whether it be through thinking<br> Of memories sad and sweet,<br>Or hearing the cheery clinking<br> Of glasses across the street,<br>I know not; but this is certain<br> That, here in the dusk, I view<br>Like shadows seen through a curtain,<br> The shades of the friends I knew. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Methinks that I hear their laughter—<br> An echo of ghostly mirth,<br>As if in the dim Hereafter<br> They jest as they did on earth.<br>The fancy possibly droll is,<br> And yet it relieves my mind<br>To think the enfranchised soul is<br> So humorously inclined. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But hark! whose steps in the glancing<br> Moonbeams are these I hear,<br>That sound as if timed to dancing<br> Music of gallant cheer!<br>Half Galahad, half Don Juan,<br> His head full of wild romance;<br>’Twas thus that of old would Spruhan<br> Come lilting, “We met by chance.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sure never a spirit lighter<br> At heart quaffed mountain dew;<br>Never was goblin brighter<br> That Oberon’s kingdom knew.<br>And though at this season yearly<br> I miss the grasp of his hand,<br>I know that Spruhan has merely<br> Gone back to Fairyland. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">. . . . .<br>The shades grow dimmer and dimmer,<br> And now they fade from view,<br>I see in the East the glimmer<br> Of dawn. Old friends, adieu!<br>Sitting here, lonely hearted,<br> Writing these random rhymes.<br>I drink to the days departed,—<br> Ah, God be with old times!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Victor+James+Daley">Victor James Daley</a><div class=q>
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 (To-night no heart should grieve),
But I am of old days thinking,
 Alone, on Christmas Eve.
Old memories fast are springing
 To life again; old rhymes
Once more in my brain are ringing—
 Ah, God be with ol..."></div>
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