My Delilah-Inspired by Christina Rossetti's "A Daughter of Eve"

I gave no thought to what I know,
Of apples now turned rotten,
For all the plants I used to grow
And all the seeds I used to sew,
Lie cold and dead, forgotten.

The sun was there to warm my face;
Its rays shone down so freely,
But they are gone in my disgrace,
Their warmth forgotten in this place;
I miss the summer dearly.

But lo, behold, I do not feel
The Snow Queen on her chariot,
She swept in and my heart ded steal;
The pain that I could not conceal
My shoulders couldn't carry it.