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Pierrot

Pierrot, Pierrot, at first they said you slept,
And then they told me you would never wake.
I dared not think, I watched the white day break,
The yellow lamps go out . . . I have not wept.

But now I kiss your dear cold hands and weep.
Shaken with sobs I cower beside the bed,
At last I realise that you are dead,
Drawn suddenly into the arms of sleep.

Love! you will never look at me again
With those rain-coloured, heavy lidded eyes,
Closed now forever. Pierrot, was it wise
To love so madly since we loved in vain?

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