The frosty sky, like a furnace burning, <br />The keen air, crisp and cold, <br />And a sunset that splashes the clouds with gold <br />But my heart to summer turning. <br /> <br />Come back, sweet summer ! come back again ! <br />I hate the snow, <br />And the icy winds that the north lands blow, <br />And the fall of the frozen rain. <br /> <br />I hate the iron ground, <br />And the Christmas roses, <br />And the sickly day that dies when it closes, <br />With never a song or a sound. <br /> <br />Come back ! come back ! with your passionate heat <br />And glowing hazes, <br />And your sun that shines as a lover gazes, <br />And your day with the tired feet.<br /><br />Lord Alfred Douglas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-winter-sunset-2/
