December Night

Take off your cloak and your hat
And your shoes, and draw up at my hearth
Where never woman sat

I have made the fire up bright;
Let us leave the rest in the dark
And sit by firelight.

The wine is warm in the hearth;
The flickers come and go.
I will warm your limbs with kisses
Until they glow.
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