Les bliancs lapîns!
Mistletoe
Sitting under the mistletoe
(Pale-green, fairy mistletoe),
One last cande 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,
Swooped in the still and shadowy air
Lips unseen - and kissed me there.
~Walter de la Mare.