My heart goes sighing after swallows flown

Wonderful sunset, back in Edinburgh, late this afternoon - this view, looking over the Union Canal at Shandon ...

... so, here's the ever-moving Christina Rossetti's "sunset to star rise" poem:


From Sunset to Star Rise

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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Christina Rossetti (1830 – 1894)

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