mistletoe - Popular Poems and stories from category

A farmer's wife, both young and gay,
And fresh as op'ning buds of May;
Had taken to herself, a Spouse,
And plighted many solemn vows,

I did not know she'd take it so,    Or else I'd never dared;
Although the bliss was worth the blow,
I did not know she'd take it so
She stood beneath the

Sitting under the mistletoe(Pale-green, fairy mistletoe),
One last candle burning low,
All the sleepy dancers gone,
Just one candle burning on,