From Sunset to Star Rise:Christina 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 shouldContinue reading “From Sunset To Star Rise : Christina Rossetti : : Autumn Poems : :”