Here you will find the Poem A Winter Sunset of poet Lord Alfred Douglas
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.
