Mistletoe Christmas Poem

Mistletoe 

Author: 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: 
Some one 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.

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