Pierrot's Song

(For a picture by Dugald Walker)

by Sara Teasedale
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!)