Mistletoe
Walter de la Mare
Sitting under the mistletoe
(pale-green, fairy, mistletoe),
One last candle burning low,
All the sleepy dancers gone,
Just one candle burning on,
Shadows lurking everywhere:
Someone came, and kissed me there.
Tired I was; my head would go
Nodding under the mistletoe
(pale-green, fairy, mistletoe),
No footsteps came, no voice but only,
Just as I sat there, sleepy, lonely,
Stooped in the still and shadowy air
Lips unseen - and kissed me there.
Minstrels
by
William Wordsworth
William Wordsworth
The minstrels played their Christmas tune
To-night beneath my cottage-eaves;
While, smitten by a lofty moon,
The encircling laurels, thick with leaves,
Gave back a rich and dazzling sheen,
That overpowered their natural green.
Through hill and valley every breeze
Had sunk to rest with folded wings:
Keen was the air but could not freeze,
Nor check the music of the strings,
So stout and hardy were the band
That scraped the cords with strenuous hand.
And who but listened? --till was paid
Respect to every inmate's claim.
The greeting given, the music played
In honor of each household name,
Duly pronounced with lusty call,
And "Merry Christmas" wished to all.
Photographs courtesy of Creative Commons:
Photographs courtesy of Creative Commons:
Steve Willis
Joe Lewis
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