Pierrette In Memory Poem by 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.