Английская поэзия


ГлавнаяБиографииСтихи по темамСлучайное стихотворениеПереводчикиСсылкиАнтологии
Рейтинг поэтовРейтинг стихотворений

Dora Sigerson Shorter (Дора Сигерсон Шортер)


At Christmas Time


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.”



Dora Sigerson Shorter's other poems:
  1. I Prayed So Eagerly
  2. My Neighbour’s Garden
  3. For Ever
  4. The Blow Returned
  5. The Wreckage


Распечатать стихотворение. Poem to print Распечатать (Print)

Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1475


Последние стихотворения


To English version


Рейтинг@Mail.ru

Английская поэзия. Адрес для связи eng-poetry.ru@yandex.ru