A Daughter of Eve

  &   | January 24,2013 11:08 am IST

 

 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.