A Winter Sunset

The frosty sky, like a furnace burning,

The keen air, crisp and cold,

And a sunset that splashes the clouds with gold;

But my heart to summer turning.


Come back, sweet summer! Come back again!

I hate the snow,

And the icy winds that the north lands blow,

And the fall of the frozen rain.


I hate the iron ground,

And the Christmas roses

And the sickly day that dies when it closes,

With never a song or a sound.


Come back! come back! with your passionate heat

And glowing hazes

And your sun that shines as a lover gazes,

And your day with the tired feet.

Lord Alfred Douglas

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