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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VOICELESS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 18 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN |