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Christina Georgina Rossetti - A Daughter Of Eve
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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-warmed sweet to-morrow: - 
Stripped bare of hope and everything, 
No more to laugh, no more to sing, 
I sit alone with sorrow.
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