1 A fool I was to sleep at noon,
2 And wake when night is chilly
3 Beneath the comfortless cold moon;
4 A fool to pluck my rose too soon,
5 A fool to snap my lily.
6 My garden-plot I have not kept;
7 Faded and all-forsaken,
8 I weep as I have never wept:
9 Oh it was summer when I slept,
10 It's winter now I waken.
11 Talk what you please of future spring
12 And sun-warm'd sweet to-morrow:
13 Stripp'd bare of hope and everything,
14 No more to laugh, no more to sing,
15 I sit alone with sorrow.
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