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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.