Speed, my Thought, oh speed, my Thought,
Over the miles of snow!
Never before, to bear to her door
Love, with his looks aglow,
Hadst thou so far to go!
Take for a chime bells of my rhyme
Over the miles of snow!
Stand, my Thought, oh stand, my Thought!
Fled are the miles of snow.
Call, O Love! to her window above,
In the voice her heart must know.
’Tis the time of mistletoe:
Sing in the night to her window alight,
In the night of stars and snow!