Rivers to the Sea (Collection)/Pierrot's Song

by Sara Teasdale

 

PIERROT'S SONG

(For a picture by Dugald 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!)