I that complained so long of winter frost
And yearned for summer’s heat a year ago
Now yearn for cooler autumn winds
And houses still that light
Out of the dark at mid-night;
Night adventures amidst the peopled woods
Or by the raging shores abandoned full:
And then let winter rains pour down
And from the eaves let frozen icicles hang.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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