Sara Teasdale — Pierrots 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!)