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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OLD MOTHERS by CHARLES SARSFIELD ROSS THE WATER WHEEL by ABU ABD ALLAH UNION SONG by ERNST MORITZ ARNDT SOLILOQUY; NOVEMBER 11, 1928 by N. R. A. BECKER THE ART OF BOOK-KEEPING by SAMUEL LAMAN BLANCHARD |