Helen of Troy And Other Poems (23)

    Pierrot stands in the gardenBeneath a waning moon, And on his lute he fashionsA little silver tune.

    Pierrot plays in the garden,He thinks he plays for me, But I am quite forgottenUnder the cherry tree.

    Pierrot plays in the garden,And all the roses know That Pierrot loves his music,But I love Pierrot.