The chairs began to wheel,
And on the board the punch-bowl danced
A Netherlandish reel;
Till midnight o’er the farm-house spread
Her New-Year’s skirts of sable,
And, inch by inch, each puzzled head
Dropt down upon the table.
But still to Peter, as he dreamed,
That table spread and turned;
The chimney-log blazed high, and seemed