Sara Teasedale: The Rose

Updated February 28, 2017 | Infoplease Staff

The Rose

Beneath my chamber window
Pierrot was singing, singing;
I heard his lute the whole night thru
Until the east was red.
Alas, alas, Pierrot,
I had no rose for flinging
Save one that drank my tears for dew
Before its leaves were dead.
I found it in the darkness,
I kissed it once and threw it,
The petals scattered over him,
His song was turned to joy;
And he will never know?
Alas, the one who knew it!?
The rose was plucked when dusk was dim
Beside a laughing boy.