William Griffith: Pierrette in Memory

Pierrette in Memory

William Griffith

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.