COME, sing a hale Heigh-ho For the Christmas long ago! -- When the old log-cabin homed us From the night of blinding snow, Where the rarest joy held reign, And the chimney roared amain, With the firelight like a beacon Through the frosty window-pane. Ah! the revel and the din From without and from within, The blend of distant sleigh-bells With the plinking violin; The muffled shrieks and cries -- Then the glowing cheeks and eyes -- The driving storm of greetings, Gusts of kisses and surprise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SURRENDER AT APPOMATTOX [APRIL 9, 1865] by HERMAN MELVILLE MARCELIA; A TRAGICOMEDY, SELECTION by FRANCES BOOTHBY AN UNPRAISED PICTURE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON A PRIEST OF HUMANITY by GEORGE HERBERT CLARKE |