could someone explain/interpret [the basic situation and/or theme] christina rossetti's "a daughter of eve?"

Sounds like she failed to gather her rosebuds when she may have.


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.

If you know the tale of the ant and the grasshopper- she's the grasshopper.

pam

thanks!