AT CHRISTMAS TIME
Reading edition
For that old love I once adored I decked my halls and spread my board At Christmas time. With all the winter’s flowers that grow I wreathed my room, and mistletoe Hung in the gloom of my doorway, Wherein my dear lost love might stray When joy-bells chime.
What phantom was it entered there And drank 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.”