A Daughter Of Eve

Christina Georgina Rossetti

     A fool I was to sleep at noon,
         And wake when night is chilly
     Beneath the comfortless cold moon;
     A fool to pluck my rose too soon,
         A fool to snap my lily.

     My garden-plot I have not kept;
         Faded and all-forsaken,
     I weep as I have never wept:
     Oh it was summer when I slept,
       It's winter now I waken.

   Talk what you please of future spring
       And sun-warm'd sweet to-morrow:--
   Stripp'd bare of hope and everything,
   No more to laugh, no more to sing,
       I sit alone with sorrow.

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