FOR that old love I once adored I deck my halls and spread my board At Christmas-time. With all the winter's flowers that grow I wreathe my room, and mistletoe Hangs in the gloom of my doorway, Wherein my dear lost love might stray When joy bells chime. What phantom was it entered there And drunk his wine and took his chair At Christmas-time? With holly boughs and mistletoe He crowned his head, and at my woe And tears I shed laughed long and loud; "Get back, O phantom! to thy shroud When joy bells chime." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOME-THOUGHTS, FROM THE SEA by ROBERT BROWNING ONE WAY OF LOVE by ROBERT BROWNING ODE WRITTEN IN [THE BEGINNING OF THE YEAR] 1746 by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) DRAPIER'S HILL by JONATHAN SWIFT THE EGYPTIAN PRINCESS by EDWIN ARNOLD SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 15. ONE NIGHT WITH THEE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) ON READING THE 'RUBAIYAT' OF OMAR KHAYYAM IN A KENTISH ROSE GARDEN by MATHILDE BLIND |