Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | December 16, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: A Daughter of Eve

by Christina Rossetti  (1830 – 1894).

A Daughter of Eve

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.

Notes:
http://www.victorianweb.org/authors/crossetti/index.html
http://www.kirjasto.sci.fi/rossetti.htm

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