William Griffith: Pierrette in Memory
Pierrette has gone, but it was not Exactly that she died, So much as vanished and forgot To tell where she would hide.
To keep a sudden rendezvous, It came into her mind That she was late. What could she do But leave distress behind?
Afraid of being in disgrace, And hurrying to dress, She heard there was another place In need of loveliness.
She went so softly and so soon, She hardly made a stir; But going took the stars and moon And sun away with her.