English to Lithuanian Art/Literary Poetry & Literature Kristinos Rosetti eilės

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 buren spot.
For I have hedged me with a thorny hedge,
I live alone, I look to die alone:
Yet sometimes when a wind sigh 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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