Lord Alfred Douglas (1870 - 1945 / England)
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's Other Poems
- A Prayer
- A Song
- A Winter Sunset
- Autumn Days
- Harmonic Du Soir
- Impression de Nuit ( London )
- In Memoriam : Francis Archibald Douglas
- Jonquil And Fleur-de-lys
- Le Balcon
- Night Coming Into A Garden
- Night Coming Out Of A Garden
- Not all the singers of a thousand years
- Ode To Autumn
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