DECEMBER comes, snows come, Comes the wintry weather; Faces from away come -- Hearts must be together. Down the stair-steps of the hours Yule leaps the hills and towers -- Fill the bowl and hang the holly, Let the times be jolly. Day comes, and night comes And the guests assemble -- Once again the old dream comes That I would dissemble. Falls a shadow 'cross the floor, Seen! -- and is seen no more. 0 that memory would forego The hanging of the Mistletoe. |