Christina Georgina Rossetti

(5 December 1830 – 29 December 1894 / London)

A Daughter Of Eve - Poem by Christina Georgina 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:
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.


Comments about A Daughter Of Eve by Christina Georgina Rossetti

  • Gold Star - 28,963 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (3/10/2015 6:54:00 AM)

    Pure love of life and re thoughts on past events that hounds the mind. A good imaginary. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 17 Points Milica Franchi De Luri (3/22/2009 4:11:00 PM)

    I love this poem.Basically what she is saying is that she let her life past her by, she got her awareness bit late in life, like some of us.Very good reminder to the young ones; live life to the fullest. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Priyanka Shetty (4/9/2008 1:13:00 PM)

    nice awesome mindblowing poem........ im adding this to my poem list.... thank u for sharing it..... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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