Here you will find the Poem A Christmas Eve of poet Victor James Daley
GOOD fellows are laughing and drinking (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 old times! There never was man so lonely But ghosts walked him beside, For Death our spirits can only By veils of sense divide. Numberless as the blades of Grass in the fields that grow, Around us hover the shades of The dead of long ago. Friends living a word estranges; We smile, and we say ?Adieu!? But, whatsoever else changes, Dead friends are faithful and true. An old-time tune, or a flower, The simplest thing held dear In bygone days has the power Once more to bring them near. And whether it be through thinking Of memories sad and sweet, Or hearing the cheery clinking Of glasses across the street, I know not; but this is certain That, here in the dusk, I view Like shadows seen through a curtain, The shades of the friends I knew. Methinks that I hear their laughter? An echo of ghostly mirth, As if in the dim Hereafter They jest as they did on earth. The fancy possibly droll is, And yet it relieves my mind To think the enfranchised soul is So humorously inclined. But hark! whose steps in the glancing Moonbeams are these I hear, That sound as if timed to dancing Music of gallant cheer! Half Galahad, half Don Juan, His head full of wild romance; ?Twas thus that of old would Spruhan Come lilting, ?We met by chance.? Sure never a spirit lighter At heart quaffed mountain dew; Never was goblin brighter That Oberon?s kingdom knew. And though at this season yearly I miss the grasp of his hand, I know that Spruhan has merely Gone back to Fairyland. . . . . . The shades grow dimmer and dimmer, And now they fade from view, I see in the East the glimmer Of dawn. Old friends, adieu! Sitting here, lonely hearted, Writing these random rhymes. I drink to the days departed,? Ah, God be with old times!