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.
nice awesome mindblowing poem........ im adding this to my poem list.... thank u for sharing it.....
Pure love of life and re thoughts on past events that hounds the mind. A good imaginary.
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.....................Nice lines
Sad but beautiful expressions. Time flies so quick, most of us have our realization a bit late.
It seems like an act which the poetess laments in this poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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.