Christmas comes again with all the recollections of past hopes and desires, and though the forms in which we sought the thrills of Yuletide have changed to suit the closer scrutiny of experience, the wine of earlier years intoxicates as of yore; for there lingers in every breast the enchanted figure of him who breaks all laws of space, of time, of wealth; who keeps in his vest pocket the names, the chimney-numbers of those who tarry at the fabled hearthstone of expectancy. And we who have eaten of the clove of time would not, if we could, dispel this sparkling breath of fancy! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWILIGHT COMES by HAYDEN CARRUTH TO THE ROCK THAT WILL BE A CORNERSTONE OF THE HOUSE by ROBINSON JEFFERS A MAN CHILD IS BORN (1839) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: DR. BURKE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SONG FOR THE FIRST OF THE MONTH by DOROTHY PARKER |