Mistletoe
By Walter De La Mare

Stirring 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),
So 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.