Mistletoe, a Christmas Poem
by 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.
All of us here at Graffiti Pink wish you and yours a joyous Christmas Day filled with happy kisses. Enjoy!
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Merry Christmas to all
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