At Christmas Time

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Title:     At Christmas Time
Author: Dora Sigerson Shorter [More Titles by Shorter]

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."

[The end]
Dora Sigerson Shorter's poem: At Christmas Time

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