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From Sunset To Star Rise
(5 December 1830 – 29 December 1894 / London)

From Sunset To Star Rise

Poem By Christina Georgina Rossetti

Go from me, summer friends, and tarry not:
I am no summer friend, but wintry cold,
A silly sheep benighted from the fold,
A sluggard with a thorn-choked garden plot.
Take counsel, sever from my lot your lot,
Dwell in your pleasant places, hoard your gold;
Lest you with me should shiver on the wold,
Athirst and hungering on a barren spot.
For I have hedged me with a thorny hedge,
I live alone, I look to die alone:
Yet sometimes, when a wind sighs through the sedge,
Ghosts of my buried years, and friends come back,
My heart goes sighing after swallows flown
On sometime summer's unreturning track.

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Comments (11)

The poem that speaks to me more than any other... 'A silly sheep benighted from the fold' - Perfect.
Born- lots of people to smiling welcome us Death - lots to cry and say farewell by our bed This merry go round called life and death Will always be an enigma at its best......... I welcome all ye poets reading this to my page too.....
.....a nice write filled with sadness...
Good poetry and wonderful use of words.
Its very Deep and thought provoking. Finished with aplomb as my heart sighs after swallows flown.