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Christina Rosetti
Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)
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