A Daughter of Eve

Lyrics

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 every thing, No more to laugh, no more to sing,          I sit alone with sorrow.