A DAUGHTER OF EVE

Christina Georgina Rossetti 1830-94

 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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