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:ƒÂ–‘’šÂ-
Stripp’d Bare Of Hope And Everything,
No More To Laugh, No More To Sing,
I Sit Alone With Sorrow.