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A Daughter of Eve Christina Rossetti

A Daughter of Eve Christina 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-warmed sweet to-morrow:--
    Stripped bare of hope and every thing,
    No more to laugh, no more to sing,
      I sit alone with sorrow.
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