Waking up Midlife

A Daughter of Eve

    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.

    Christina Rossetti