The Hymns and Carols of Christmas

A Ballade Of Old Loves

Words: Carolyn Wells (1862 - 1942)
Vocal Recording: MP3 / OGG

Source: Christmas: Its Origin, Celebration and Significance as Related in Prose and Verse - Robert Haven Schauffler (New York: Dodd, Mead & Company, 1907)
(Project Gutenberg eBook #18908)

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 suède
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.


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.

Print Page Return Home Page Close Window

If you would like to help support Hymns and Carols of Christmas, please click on the button below and make a donation.