Poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti

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. 

1. Song (O roses for the flush of youth)
2. An Apple Gathering
3. A Peal of Bells
4. In the Round Tower at Jhansi, June 8, 1857
5. Love from the North

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