"A Winter Sunset" by Lord Alfred Douglas (in English)

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.