A DAUGHTER OF EVE – Poetry, by Christina Rossetti

adaughter.1.1A DAUGHTER OF EVEA 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. https://www.amazon.co.uk/Selected-Poems-Rossetti-Christina/dp/0140424695

 

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