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
And sun-warm'd sweet sweet to-morrow:-
Stripp'd bare of hope and everything,
No more to laugh ,no more to sing,
I sit alone with sorrow.
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
And sun-warm'd sweet sweet to-morrow:-
Stripp'd bare of hope and everything,
No more to laugh ,no more to sing,
I sit alone with sorrow.
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