Poems (Rossetti, 1901)/A Daughter of Eve
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.