'T WAS on a merry Yuletide night An artless youth and maid Watched, while beneath the mistletoe Their gay companions played; And he looked quite disgusted, And she looked half afraid. "Such conduct," said the artless youth, "Most shocking seems to me!" "But 'neath the mistletoe, perhaps, 'T is different," murmured she. The artless youth he smiled a smile; "Pray look at this," quoth he. It was a sprig of mistletoe, With tiny leaves of green; Up rose that artless maiden, All with a solemn mien, And stealthily she led the youth Forth from the shocking scene. All silently she led him forth (That artless maiden fair) To the dim conservatory, 'Mid the palms and orchids rare; Then took that sprig of misletoe And put it — in her hair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VOICES OF THE AIR by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE WALL STREET PIT, MAY, 1901 by EDWIN MARKHAM SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JOHN CABANIS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS GOLD COAST CUSTOMS by EDITH SITWELL APPROACH OF WINTER by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS |