He is rich or poor according to what he is, not according to what he has. -Henry Ward Beecher

 

Tired I was; my head would go

Nodding under the mistletoe
No footsteps came, no voice, but only,
Just as I sat there, sleepy, lonely,
Stooped in the still and shadowy air
Lips unseen—and kissed me there.
-Walter de la Mare