A Daughter of Eve by Christina Georgina Rossetti

A Daughter of Eve 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. 

A Birthday by Christina Rossetti

A Birthday by Christina Rossetti

My heart is like a singing bird   

  Whose nest is in a water’d shoot;  

My heart is like an apple-tree  

  Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;  

My heart is like a rainbow shell

  That paddles in a halcyon sea;  

My heart is gladder than all these,  

  Because my love is come to me.  

 

Raise me a daïs of silk and down;  

  Hang it with vair and purple dyes;

Carve it in doves and pomegranates,  

  And peacocks with a hundred eyes;  

Work it in gold and silver grapes,  

  In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;  

Because the birthday of my life

  Is come, my love is come to me.

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