Sara Teasdale

Pierrot

Pierrot stands in the garden
Beneath a waning moon,
And on his lute he fashions
A little silver tune.
 
Pierrot plays in the garden,
He thinks he plays for me,
But I am quite forgotten
Under the cherry tree.
 
Pierrot plays in the garden,
And all the roses know
That Pierrot loves his music,
But I love Pierrot.
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