The Ballade Of The Mistletoe Bough by Ellis Parker Butler
I am standing under the mistletoe, And I smile, but no answering smile replies For her haughty glance bids me plainly know That not for me is the thing I prize; Instead, from her coldly scornful eyes, Indifference looks on my barefaced guile; She knows, of course, what my act impliesâ€” But look at those lips! Do they hint a smile?
I stand here, eager, and beam and glow, And she only looks a refined surprise As clear and crisp and as cold as snow, And asâ€”Stop! I will never criticise! I know what her cold glance signifies; But Iâ€™ll stand just here as I am awhile Till a smile to my pleading look repliesâ€” But look at those lips! Do they hint a smile?
Just look at those lips, now! I claim they show A spirit unmeet under Christmas skies; I claim that such lips on such maidens owe Aâ€”somethingâ€”the custom justifies; I claim that the mistletoe rule applies To her as well as the rank and file; We should meet these things in a cheerful guiseâ€” But look at those lips! Do they hint a smile?
These customs of Christmas may shock the wise, And mistletoe boughs may be out of style, And a kiss be a thing that all maids despiseâ€” But look at those lips, do! They hint a smile!