Я перевёл в стихах на английский язык строфу XL части 4 Евгения Онегина:
The sky came grey,
The sun less shined,
A day shrank shorter;
The secret forest patronage
Sank down, regretful rustling,
A mist fell on the fields;
Goose screaming caravan
Сrawled to the South: was drawing nigh
Quite prosy time;
It was November nearby.