They have come from very far,
Following fast behind a Star,
In their shimmering robes of silk,
Riding horses white as milk.
They bring thro’ the starlit dark
Gold once hid in Noë’s Ark;
They bear over snow and ice
Bags of musk and myrrh and spice.
They have brought from the warm countree
Cloves like nails from a blossoming tree,