'T WAS on a merry Yuletide night An artless youth and maid Watched, while beneath the mistletoe Their gay companions played; And he looked quite disgusted, And she looked half afraid. "Such conduct," said the artless youth, "Most shocking seems to me!" "But 'neath the mistletoe, perhaps, 'T is different," murmured she. The artless youth he smiled a smile; "Pray look at this," quoth he. It was a sprig of mistletoe, With tiny leaves of green; Up rose that artless maiden, All with a solemn mien, And stealthily she led the youth Forth from the shocking scene. All silently she led him forth (That artless maiden fair) To the dim conservatory, 'Mid the palms and orchids rare; Then took that sprig of misletoe And put it — in her hair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COUNTING THE BEATS by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES TRACT by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS BRUCE: JAMES OF DOUGLAS by JOHN BARBOUR GOD'S HUMOR by GAMALIEL BRADFORD THE ULTIMATE NATION by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON SAINT BRANDAN OF THE WEST by ROBERT PETER TRISTRAM COFFIN SONNET by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE |