I
The sun sets red o're the cold white snow,
And wraps the dark woods in a purple glow-
A low mist hangs o're the pineclad hill
And the wintry world is all silent and still.
II
A low wind sighs o're the dreary fell
And whispers & sings in the woodland, fell,
But all is quiet in castle and keep,
For the world is at rest- & the world is asleep.

By
Lilian B. Lyon
Ridley Hall. Bardon Mill 1908