A Daughter of Eve
Christina Rossetti
1830 to 1894
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Talk what you please of future spring
It's winter now I waken.
No more to laugh, no more to sing,
I sit alone with sorrow.
Beneath the comfortless cold moon;
A fool to pluck my rose too soon,
And wake when night is chilly
Stripp'd bare of hope and everything,
I weep as I have never wept:
A fool I was to sleep at noon,
A fool to snap my lily.
Oh it was summer when I slept,
My garden-plot I have not kept;
And sun-warm'd sweet to-morrow:—
Faded and all-forsaken,