Mistletoe

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.

by Walter de la Mare

Comments (5)

Ah, this is so simple and sweet that I'd like to fall asleep under that mistletoe and see if a soft kiss comes to me
Kissed by a ghost? 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. Interesting poem.
A beautiful poem with wonderful rhyme and beautifully penned. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
To overcome loneliness. Nice work.
Amazing words of a classical poet. They say if you kiss under a mistletoe, your love becomes immortal.