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
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