Afool 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 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. in this poem, the speaker a. experiences unbearable loss b. looks forward to the future c. longs for summer to return d. laments her past choices