Afanasy Fet

• September Rose, by John Cobley
  After the morning sigh of frost, / How strangely the rose smiles / With a flush of parted lips / On a fleeting September day! In front of blue ...
• The September Rose, by Yevgeny Bonver
  To sighs of morning air, that froze, — / (With her lips opened for a say), / How curiously has smiled the rose / On a September fleeting day! ...