Christina Rossetti - A Daughter of Eve lyrics

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 every thing, No more to laugh, no more to sing, I sit alone with sorrow.