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A Daughter of Eve / Christina Rossetti

A Daughter of Eve

Christina Rossetti


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: