All the long summer, hill and valley wide
Crimson with roses, gold with poppies’ glow;
But when the days draw near to Christmas-tide,
They clothe themselves with lilies as with snow.
All the long summer, hill and valley wide
Crimson with roses, gold with poppies’ glow;
But when the days draw near to Christmas-tide,
They clothe themselves with lilies as with snow.