Sara Teasdale

(August 8, 1884 – January 29, 1933 / Missouri / United States)

Pierrot's Song - Poem by Sara Teasdale

(For a picture by Duncan 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!)


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  • (4/9/2016 6:25:00 AM)


    .....Pierrot sings a beautiful poem of love ★ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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