by Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830 - 1894)
Daugher of Eve
Language: English
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 will of future Spring and sun-warmed sweet tomorrow: Stripped bare of hope and everything, No more to laugh no more to sing, I sit alone with sorrow.
Text Authorship:
- by Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830 - 1894), "Daugher of Eve" [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Sarah Hutchings (b. 1984), "Daugher of Eve", 2012 [ high voice and piano ], from Cobalt, Jade, Amethyst ♀, no. 3 [sung text not yet checked]
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This text was added to the website: 2026-05-23
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Word count: 91