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.