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The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad for life, mad for talking, mad for poetry.

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Nocturne [“I Sit To-Night By The Firelight,”] By Abram Joseph Ryan

    I sit to-night by the firelight,     And I look at the glowing flame,    And I see in the bright red flashes     A Heart, a Face, and…

September 30, 2019
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Nocturne [“Betimes, I seem to see in dreams”] By Abram Joseph Ryan

   Betimes, I seem to see in dreams     What when awake I may not see;     Can night be God’s more than the day?     Do stars, not…

September 30, 2019
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Night After the Picnic By Abram Joseph Ryan

    And “Happy! Happy! Happy!”     Rang the bells of all the hours;    “Shyly! Shyly! Shyly!”     Looked and listened all the flowers;    They were wakened from their slumbers,     By…

September 30, 2019
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New Year By Abram Joseph Ryan

    Each year cometh with all his days,     Some are shadowed and some are bright;    He beckons us on until he stays     Kneeling with us ‘neath Christmas…

September 30, 2019
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My Beads By Abram Joseph Ryan

   Sweet, blessed beads! I would not part     With one of you for richest gem     That gleams in kingly diadem;    Ye know the history of my heart….

September 30, 2019
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Mother’s Way By Abram Joseph Ryan

   Oft within our little cottage,     As the shadows gently fall,    While the sunlight touches softly     One sweet face upon the wall,    Do we gather close together,     And…

September 30, 2019
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Mobile Mystic Societies By Abram Joseph Ryan

    The olden golden stories of the world,        That stirred the past,     And now are dim as dreams,    The lays and legends which the bards unfurled        In lines that…

September 30, 2019
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Memories By Abram Joseph Ryan

    They come, as the breeze comes over the foam,     Waking the waves that are sinking to sleep —    The fairest of memories from far-away home,     The…

September 30, 2019
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March of the Deathless Dead By Abram Joseph Ryan

    Gather the sacred dust         Of the warriors tried and true,    Who bore the flag of a Nation’s trust    And fell in a cause, though lost, still just,        …

September 30, 2019
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M * * * By Abram Joseph Ryan

    When I am dead, and all will soon forget     My words, and face, and ways —    I, somehow, think I’ll walk beside thee yet     Adown thy…

September 30, 2019

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