This is the poem I was thinking of in class today; I think that this poem has many similarities to "An Apple-Gathering" as well as "Winter: My Secret." This poem came to mind while reading the other two works because I think it is a little more clear as far as her ideas on love and passion in the nineteenth century. This poem also ties in well with our discussion of Rossetti and Ave/Eva.
A Daughter of Eve
Christina Rossetti
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.