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.