English poem
It is a Winter Night
by Richard Henry Stoddard (1825–1903)
And the stilly earth is white, With the blowing of the lilies of the snow; Once it was as red, With the roses summer shed; But the roses fled with summer, long ago.
We sang a merry tune, In the jolly days of June, As we danced adown the garden in the light, But now December's come, And our hearts are dark and dumb, As we huddle o'er the embers here to-night.