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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 40 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN EULALIE; A SONG by EDGAR ALLAN POE EARLY RISING by JOHN GODFREY SAXE COLUMBUS [AUGUST 3, 1492] by JOHANN CHRISTOPH FRIEDRICH VON SCHILLER THE LAST MAN; A LAKE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |