Home Stories Christmas History

  

Categories

Additional Pieces
Celebration
Old Carols And Exercises
Origin
Significance And Spirit
Stories


Stories

The Smuggler
It was the latter end of the month of November, when ...

A Christmas Hymn
ALFRED DOMETT It was the calm and silent nig...

Sery
RICHARD WATSON GILDER With wild surprise ...

Little Wolff's Wooden Shoes
A CHRISTMAS STORY BY FRANCOIS COPPEE; ADAPTED AND TRANS...

Christmas Under The Snow
OLIVE THORNE MILLER IT WAS just before Christmas, ...

The Two Princes
A STORY FOR CHILDREN. I. There was a King of Hu...

Keeping Christmas
Romans, xiv, 6: _He that regardeth the day, regardeth i...





A Ballade Of Old Loves






CAROLYN WELLS

Who is it stands on the polished stair,
A merry, laughing, winsome maid,
From the Christmas rose in her golden hair
To the high-heeled slippers of spangled suede
A glance, half daring and half afraid,
Gleams from her roguish eyes downcast;
Already the vision begins to fade--
'Tis only a ghost of a Christmas Past.

Who is it sits in that high-backed chair,
Quaintly in ruff and patch arrayed,
With a mockery gay of a stately air
As she rustles the folds of her old brocade,--
Merriest heart at the masquerade?
Ah, but the picture is passing fast
Back to the darkness from which it strayed--
'Tis only a ghost of a Christmas Past.

Who is it whirls in a ball-room's glare,
Her soft white hand on my shoulder laid,
Like a radiant lily, tall and fair,
While the violins in the corner played
The wailing strains of the Serenade?
Oh, lovely vision, too sweet to last--
E'en now my fancy it will evade--
'Tis only a ghost of a Christmas Past.

L'ENVOI

Rosamond! look not so dismayed,
All of my heart, dear love, thou hast
Jealous, beloved? Of a shade?--
'Tis only a ghost of a Christmas Past.





Next: Ballade Of Christmas Ghosts

Previous: A Simple Bill Of Fare For A Christmas Dinner



Add to Informational Site Network
Report
Privacy
ADD TO EBOOK


Viewed: 5132