Sitting under the mistletoe <br />(Pale-green, fairy mistletoe), <br />One last candle burning low, <br />All the sleepy dancers gone, <br />Just one candle burning on, <br />Shadows lurking everywhere: <br />Some one came, and kissed me there. <br /> <br />Tired I was; my head would go <br />Nodding under the mistletoe <br />(Pale-green, fairy mistletoe), <br />No footsteps came, no voice, but only, <br />Just as I sat there, sleepy, lonely, <br />Stooped in the still and shadowy air <br />Lips unseen - and kissed me there.<br /><br />Walter de la Mare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mistletoe-2/
