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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.