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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GHOST OF DEACON BROWN by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE MAN HE KILLED by THOMAS HARDY THE CLIFF SWALLOWS by DEBRA NYSTROM SONNET: 107 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE FARM-YARD SONG by JOHN TOWNSEND TROWBRIDGE THE LAMENT OF THE FLOWERS by JONES VERY THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: GOING BACK AGAIN by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |