Pierrot
In vain! in vain! But Pierrot, it was sweet
To stem the stealthy hours with wine and song,
Though Death stood up between us, stern and strong,
And Fate twined nets to trip our dancing feet.
To stem the stealthy hours with wine and song,
Though Death stood up between us, stern and strong,
And Fate twined nets to trip our dancing feet.
Too soon, alas! too soon our summer swooned
To bitter winter, and against the lace
Of tossed white pillows lay a reckless face,
With feverish parched mouth like a red wound.
To bitter winter, and against the lace
Of tossed white pillows lay a reckless face,
With feverish parched mouth like a red wound.
Yet still was our brave love not overthrown
And I would nestle at your side and see
Your large sad eyes grow passionate for me,
Love! wake and speak, I cannot live alone.
And I would nestle at your side and see
Your large sad eyes grow passionate for me,
Love! wake and speak, I cannot live alone.
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