THE moon's ashine; by many a lane Walk wistful lovers to and fro; It must be like old days again; How they do love! @3Here lies Pierrot.@1 She loved me once, did Columbine. It sets my dusty heart aglow Merely to lie and dream how fine Her semblance was, -- @3Here lies Pierrot.@1 Her perfumed presence, silks and lace, Did madden men and wrought them woe; For me alone her witching grace. Where is she now? @3Here lies Pierrot.@1 We two walked once beneath the moon -- Yellow it hung, and large and low -- And listened to the tender tune Of nightingales, -- @3Here lies Pierrot.@1 Our foolish vows of passion shook The very stars, they trembled so. How it comes back, her soft, shy look, Now I am dead! @3Here lies Pierrot.@1 These other men and maids, who stroll Through moonlit poplar trees arow, Does each play the enchanted role We phantoms played? @3Here lies Pierrot.@1 O joy, that I remember yet Frail follies of the long ago! Dear heaven, I would not quite forget! The moon's ashine; @3here lies Pierrot.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 110. THE OASIS OF SIDI KHALED by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT CONSCIENCE AND REMORSE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SONNET: 29 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE CORAL INSECT by LYDIA HUNTLEY SIGOURNEY |