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A DAUGHTER OF EVE.
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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-warmed sweet to-morrow:—
Stripped bare of hope and everything,
No more to laugh, no more to sing,
I sit alone with sorrow.


A PEAL OF BELLS.
STRIKE the bells wantonly,
Tinkle tinkle well;
Bring me wine, bring me flowers,
Ring the silver bell.