Where is the sound of her silken train?
And that empty chair—what doeth it here?
Christmas again! Christmas again!
With hearts as light as did ever bound;
And feet as pretty as ever were fain
To tread a measure the hall around.
Christmas again! Christmas again!—
Oh thoughts, be silent! who called for ye?
Must Christmas time be a time of pain
Because of the loved, from pain set free?