Pierrot's Song

Sara Teasdale

(For a picture by Duncan Walker)

Lady, light in the east hangs low,
 Draw your veils of dream apart,
Under the casement stands Pierrot
 Making a song to ease his heart.
(Yet do not break the song too soon—
 I love to sing in the paling moon.)
The petals are falling, heavy with dew,
 The stars have fainted out of the sky,
Come to me, come, or else I too,
Faint with the weight of love will die.
(She comes—alas, I hoped to make
Another stanza for her sake!)

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