A DAUGHTER OF EVE - William Roscoe Poems


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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.