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Ernest Christopher Dowson - The Pierrot Of The Minute
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_THE CHARACTERS_

A MOON MAIDEN
PIERROT


_THE SCENE_

_A glade in the Parc due Petit Trianon. In the centre a Doric temple with
steps coming down the stage. On the left a little Cupid on a pedestal.
Twilight._

[_Pierrot enters with his hands full of lilies. He is burdened with a
little basket. He stands gazing at the Temple and the Statue._]

PIERROT
  My journey`s end! This surely is the glade
  Which I was promised: I have well obeyed!
  A clue of lilies was I bid to find,
  Where the green alleys most obscurely wind;
  Where tall oaks darkliest canopy o`erhead,
  And moss and violet make the softest bed;
  Where the path ends, and leagues behind me lie
  The gleaming courts and gardens of Versailles;
  The lilies streamed before me, green and white;
  I gathered, following; they led me right,
  To the bright temple and the sacred grove:
  This is, in truth, the very shrine of Love!

[_He gathers together his flowers and lays them at the foot of Cupid`s
statue; then he goes timidly up the first steps of the temple and stops._]

PIERROT
  It is so solitary, I grow afraid.
  Is there no priest here, no devoted maid?
  Is there no oracle, no voice to speak,
  Interpreting to me the word I seek?

[_A very gentle music of lutes floats out from the temple. Pierrot starts
back; he shows extreme surprise; then he returns to the foreground, and
crouches down in rapt attention until the music ceases. His face grows
puzzled and petulant._]

PIERROT
  Too soon! too soon! in that enchanting strain,
  Days yet unlived, I almost lived again:
  It almost taught me that I most would know--
  Why am I here, and why am I Pierrot?

[_Absently he picks up a lily which has fallen to the ground, and
repeats:_]

PIERROT
  Why came I here, and why am I Pierrot?
  That music and this silence both affright;
  Pierrot can never be a friend of night.
  I never felt my solitude before--
  Once safe at home, I will return no more.
  Yet the commandment of the scroll was plain;
  While the light lingers let me read again.

[_He takes a scroll from his bosom and reads:_]

PIERROT
  "_He loves to-night who never loved before;
  Who ever loved, to-night shall love once more._"
  _I_ never loved! I know not what love is.
  I am so ignorant--but what is this?
[_Reads:_]
  "_Who would adventure to encounter Love
  Must rest one night within this hallowed grove.
  Cast down thy lilies, which have led thee on,
  Before the tender feet of Cupidon._"
  Thus much is done, the night remains to me.
  Well, Cupidon, be my security!
  Here is more writing, but too faint to read.
[_He puzzles for a moment, then casts the scroll down._]

PIERROT
  Hence, vain old parchment. I have learnt thy rede!

[_He looks round uneasily, starts at his shadow; then discovers his basket
with glee. He takes out a flask of wine, pours it into a glass, and
drinks._]

PIERROT
  _Courage, mon Ami!_ I shall never miss
  Society with such a friend as this.
  How merrily the rosy bubbles pass,
  Across the amber crystal of the glass.
  I had forgotten you. Methinks this quest
  Can wake no sweeter echo in my breast.

[_Looks round at the statue, and starts._]

PIERROT
  Nay, little god! forgive. I did but jest.

[_He fills another glass, and pours it upon the statue._]

PIERROT
  This libation, Cupid, take,
  With the lilies at thy feet;
  Cherish Pierrot for their sake:
  Send him visions strange and sweet,
  While he slumbers at thy feet.
  Only love kiss him awake!
  _Only love kiss him awake_!

[_Slowly falls the darkness, soft music plays, while Pierrot gathers
together fern and foliage into a rough couch at the foot of the steps which
lead to the Temple d`Amour. Then he lies down upon it, having made his
prayer. It is night._]

PIERROT [_Softly._]
  Music, more music, far away and faint:
  It is an echo of mine heart`s complaint.
  Why should I be so musical and sad?
  I wonder why I used to be so glad?
  In single glee I chased blue butterflies,
  Half butterfly myself, but not so wise,
  For they were twain, and I was only one.
  Ah me! how pitiful to be alone.
  My brown birds told me much, but in mine ear
  They never whispered this--I learned it here:
  The soft wood sounds, the rustlings in the breeze,
  Are but the stealthy kisses of the trees.
  Each flower and fern in this enchanted wood
  Leans to her fellow, and is understood;
  The eglantine, in loftier station set,
  Stoops down to woo the maidly violet.
  In gracile pairs the very lilies grow:
  None is companionless except Pierrot.
  Music, more music! how its echoes steal
  Upon my senses with unlocked for weal.
  Tired am I, tired, and far from this lone glade
  Seems mine old joy in rout and masquerade.
  Sleep cometh over me, now will I prove,
  By Cupid`s grace, what is this thing called love.
[_Sleeps._]

[_There is more music of lutes for an interval, during which a bright
radiance, white and cold, streams from the temple upon the face of Pierrot.
Presently a Moon Maiden steps out of the temple; she descends and stands
over the sleeper._]

THE LADY
  Who is this mortal
    Who ventures to-night
  To woo an immortal?
    Cold, cold the moon`s light
  For sleep at this portal,
    Bold lover of night.

  Fair is the mortal
    In soft, silken white,
  Who seeks an immortal.
    Ah, lover of night,
  Be warned at the portal,
    And save thee in flight!

[_She stoops over him: Pierrot stirs in his sleep._]

PIERROT[_Murmuring._]
  Forget not, Cupid. Teach me all thy lore:
  "_He loves to-night who never loved before_."

THE LADY
  Unwitting boy! when, be it soon or late,
  What Pierrot ever has escaped his fate?
  What if I warned him! He might yet evade,
  Through the long windings of this verdant glade;
  Seek his companions in the blither way,
  Which, else, must be as lost as yesterday.
  So might he still pass some unheeding hours
  In the sweet company of birds and flowers.
  How fair he is, with red lips formed for joy,
  As softly curved as those of Venus` boy.
  Methinks his eyes, beneath their silver sheaves,
  Rest tranquilly like lilies under leaves.
  Arrayed in innocence, what touch of grace
  Reveals the scion of a courtly race?
  Well, I will warn him, though, I fear, too late--
  What Pierrot ever has escaped his fate?
  But, see, he stirs, new knowledge fires his brain,
  And Cupid`s vision bids him wake again.
  Dione`s Daughter! but how fair he is,
  Would it be wrong to rouse him with a kiss?
[_She stoops down and kisses him, then withdraws into the shadow._]

PIERROT [_Rubbing his eyes._]
  Celestial messenger! remain, remain;
  Or, if a Vision, visit me again!
  What is this light, and whither am I come
  To sleep beneath the stars so far from home?
[_Rises slowly to his feet._]

PIERROT
  Stay, I remember this is Venus` Grove,
  And I am hither come to encounter--

THE LADY [_Coming forward but veiled._]
  Love!
[_In ecstasy, throwing himself at her feet._]

PIERROT
  Then have I ventured and encountered Love?

THE LADY
  Not yet, rash boy! and, if thou wouldst be wise,
  Return unknowing; he is safe who flies.

PIERROT
  Never, sweet lady, will I leave this place
  Until I see the wonder of thy face.
  Goddess or Naiad! lady of this Grove,
  Made mortal for a night to teach me love,
  Unveil thyself, although thy beauty be
  Too luminous for my mortality.

THE LADY[_Unveiling._]
  Then, foolish boy, receive at length thy will:
  Now knowest thou the greatness of thine ill.

PIERROT
  Now have I lost my heart, and gained my goal.

THE LADY
  Didst thou not read the warning on the scroll?
[_Picking up the parchment._]

PIERROT
  I read it all, as on this quest I fared,
  Save where it was illegible and hard.

THE LADY
  Alack! poor scholar, wast thou never taught
  A little knowledge serveth less than naught?
  Hadst thou perused--but, stay, I will explain
  What was the writing which thou didst disdain.
[_Reads:_]
  "_Au Petit Trianon_, at night`s full noon,
  Mortal, beware the kisses of the moon!
  Whoso seeks her she gathers like a flower--
  He gives a life, and only gains an hour."

PIERROT[_Laughing recklessly._]
  Bear me away to thine enchanted bower,
  All of my life I venture for an hour.

THE LADY
  Take up thy destiny of short delight;
  I am thy lady for a summer`s night.
  Lift up your viols, maidens of my train,
  And work such havoc on this mortal`s brain
  That for a moment he may touch and know
  Immortal things, and be full Pierrot.
  White music, Nymphs! Violet and Eglantine!
  To stir his tired veins like magic wine.
  What visitants across his spirit glance,
  Lying on lilies, while he watch me dance?
  Watch, and forget all weary things of earth,
  All memories and cares, all joy and mirth,
  While my dance woos him, light and rhythmical,
  And weaves his heart into my coronal.
  Music, more music for his soul`s delight:
  Love is his lady for a summer`s night.

[_Pierrot reclines, and gazes at her while she dances. The dance finished,
she beckons to him: he rises dreamily, and stands at her side._]

PIERROT
  Whence came, dear Queen, such magic melody?

THE LADY
  Pan made it long ago in Arcady.

PIERROT
  I heard it long ago, I know not where,
  As I knew thee, or ever I came here.
  But I forget all things--my name and race,
  All that I ever knew except thy face.
  Who art thou, lady? Breathe a name to me,
  That I may tell it like a rosary.
  Thou, whom I sought, dear Dryad of the trees,
  How art thou designate--art thou Heart`s-Ease?

THE LADY
  Waste not the night in idle questioning,
  Since Love departs at dawn`s awakening.

PIERROT
  Nay, thou art right; what recks thy name or state,
  Since thou art lovely and compassionate.
  Play out thy will on me: I am thy lyre.

THE LADY
  I am to each the face of his desire.

PIERROT
  I am not Pierrot, but Venus` dove,
  Who craves a refuge on the breast of love.

THE LADY
  What wouldst thou of the maiden of the moon?
  Until the cock crow I may grant thy boon.

PIERROT
  Then, sweet Moon Maiden, in some magic car,
  Wrought wondrously of many a homeless star--
  Such must attend thy journeys through the skies,--
  Drawn by a team of milk-white butterflies,
  Whom, with soft voice and music of thy maids,
  Thou urgest gently through the heavenly glades;
  Mount me beside thee, bear me far away
  From the low regions of the solar day;
  Over the rainbow, up into the moon,
  Where is thy palace and thine opal throne;
  There on thy bosom--

THE LADY
  Too ambitious boy!
  I did but promise thee one hour of joy.
  This tour thou plannest, with a heart so light,
  Could hardly be completed in a night.
  Hast thou no craving less remote than this?

PIERROT
  Would it be impudent to beg a kiss?

THE LADY
  I say not that: yet prithee have a care!
  Often audacity has proved a snare.
  How wan and pale do moon-kissed roses grow--
  Dost thou not fear my kisses, Pierrot?

PIERROT
  As one who faints upon the Libyan plain
  Fears the oasis which brings life again!

THE LADY
  Where far away green palm trees seem to stand
  May be a mirage of the wreathing sand.

PIERROT
  Nay, dear enchantress, I consider naught,
  Save mine own ignorance, which would be taught.

THE LADY
  Dost thou persist?

PIERROT
  I do entreat this boon!

[_She bends forward, their lips meet: she withdraws with a petulant shiver.
She utters a peal of clear laughter._]

THE LADY
  Why art thou pale, fond lover of the moon?

PIERROT
  Cold are thy lips, more cold than I can tell
  Yet would I hang on them, thine icicle!
  Cold is thy kiss, more cold than I could dream
  Arctus sits, watching the Boreal stream:
  But with its frost such sweetness did conspire
  That all my veins are filled with running fire;
  Never I knew that life contained such bliss
  As the divine completeness of a kiss.

THE LADY
  Apt scholar! so love`s lesson has been taught,
  Warning, as usual, has gone for naught.

PIERROT
  Had all my schooling been of this soft kind,
  To play the truant I were less inclined.
  Teach me again! I am a sorry dunce--
  I never knew a task by conning once.

THE LADY
  Then come with me! below this pleasant shrine
  Of Venus we will presently recline,
  Until birds` twitter beckon me away
  To mine own home, beyond the milky-way.
  I will instruct thee, for I deem as yet
  Of Love thou knowest but the alphabet.

PIERROT
  In its sweet grammar I shall grow most wise,
  If all its rules be written in thine eyes.

[_The lady sits upon a step of the temple, And Pierrot leans upon his elbow
at her feet, regarding her._]

PIERROT
  Sweet contemplation! how my senses yearn
  To be thy scholar always, always learn.
  Hold not so high from me thy radiant mouth,
  Fragrant with all the spices of the South;
  Nor turn, O sweet! thy golden face away,
  For with it goes the light of all my day.
  Let me peruse it, till I know by rote
  Each line of it, like music, note by note;
  Raise thy long lashes, Lady! smile again:
  These studies profit me.
[_Taking her hand._]

THE LADY
  Refrain, refrain!

PIERROT[_With passion._]
  I am but studious, so do not stir;
  Thou art my star, I thine astronomer!
  Geometry was founded on thy lip.
[_Kisses her hand._]

THE LADY
  This attitude becomes not scholarship!
  Thy zeal I praise; but, prithee, not so fast,
  Nor leave the rudiments until the last.
  Science applied is good, but `twere a schism
  To study such before the catechism,
  Bear thee more modestly, while I submit
  Some easy problems to confirm thy wit.

PIERROT
  In all humility my mind I pit
  Against her problems which would test my wit.

THE LADY [_Questioning him from a little book bound deliciously in
vellum._]
      What is Love?
  Is it a folly,
  Is it mirth, or melancholy?
      Joys above,
  Are there many, or not any?
      What is love?

PIERROT[_Answering in a very humble attitude of scholarship._]
      If you please,
      A most sweet folly!
  Full of mirth and melancholy;
      Both of these!
  In its sadness worth all gladness,
      If you please!

THE LADY
      Prithee where,
  Goes Love a-hiding?
  Is he long in his abiding
      Anywhere?
  Can you bind him when you find him;
      Prithee, where?

PIERROT
      With spring days
  Love comes and dallies:
  Upon the mountains, through the valleys
      Lie Love`s ways.
  Then he leaves you and deceives you
      In spring days.

THE LADY
  Thine answers please me: `tis thy turn to ask.
  To meet thy questioning be now my task.

PIERROT
  Since I know thee, dear Immortal,
  Is my heart become a blossom,
  To be worn upon thy bosom.
  When thou turn me from this portal,
  Whither shall I, hapless mortal,
  Seek love out and win again
  Heart of me that thou retain?

THE LADY
  In and out the woods and valleys,
  Circling, soaring like a swallow,
  Love shall flee and thou shalt follow:
  Though he stops awhile and dallies,
  Never shalt thou stay his malice!
  Moon-kissed mortals seek in vain
  To possess their hearts again!

PIERROT
  Tell me, Lady, shall I never
  Rid me of this grievous burden!
  Follow Love and find his guerdon
  In no maiden whatsoever?
  Wilt thou hold my heart for ever?
  Rather would I thine forget,
  In some earthly Pierrette!

THE LADY
  Thus thy fate, whate`er thy will is!
  Moon-struck child, go seek my traces
  Vainly in all mortal faces!
  In and out among the lilies,
  Court each rural Amaryllis:
  Seek the signet of Love`s hand
  In each courtly Corisande!

PIERROT
  Now, verily, sweet maid, of school I tire:
  These answers are not such as I desire.

THE LADY
  Why art thou sad?

PIERROT
                   I dare not tell.

THE LADY[_Caressingly._]
                                    Come, say!

PIERROT
  Is love all schooling, with no time to play?

THE LADY
  Though all love`s lessons be a holiday,
  Yet I will humour thee: what wouldst thou play?

PIERROT
  What are the games that small moon-maids enjoy.
  Or is their time all spent in staid employ?

THE LADY
  Sedate they are, yet games they much enjoy:
  They skip with stars, the rainbow is their toy.

PIERROT
  That is too hard!

THE LADY
                   For mortal`s play.

PIERROT
                                      What then?

THE LADY
  Teach me some pastime from the world of men.

PIERROT
  I have it, maiden.

THE LADY
  Can it soon be taught?

PIERROT
  A simple game, I learnt it at the Court.
  I sit by thee.

THE LADY
                But, prithee, not so near.

PIERROT
  That is essential, as will soon appear,
  Lay here thine hand, which cold night dews anoint,
  Washing its white--

THE LADY
                     Now is this to the point?

PIERROT
  Prithee, forbear! Such is the game design.

THE LADY
  Here is my hand.

PIERROT
                  I cover it with mine.

THE LADY
  What must I next?

[_They play._]

PIERROT
                   Withdraw.

THE LADY
                            It goes too fast.

[_They continue playing, until Pierrot catches her hand._]

PIERROT[_Laughing._]
  `Tis done. I win my forfeit at the last.

[_He tries to embrace her. She escapes; he chases her round the stage; she
eludes him._]

THE LADY
  Thou art not quick enough. Who hopes to catch
  A moon-beam, must use twice as much despatch.

PIERROT[_Sitting down sulkily._]
  I grow aweary, and my heart is sore,
  Thou dost not love me; I will play no more.
[_He buries his face in his hands: the lady stands over him._]

THE LADY
  What is this petulance?

PIERROT
                          `Tis quick to tell--
  Thou hast but mocked me.

THE LADY
                           Nay, I love thee well!

PIERROT
  Repeat those words, for still within my breast
  A whisper warns me they are said in jest.

THE LADY
  I jested not: at daybreak I must go,
  Yet loving thee far better than thou know.

PIERROT
  Then, by this altar, and this sacred shrine,
  Take my sworn troth, and swear thee wholly mine!
  The Gods have wedded mortals long ere this.

THE LADY
  There was enough betrothal in my kiss.
  What need of further oaths?

PIERROT
                              That bound not thee!

THE LADY
  Peace! since I tell thee that it may not be.
  But sit beside me whilst I soothe thy bale
  With some moon fancy or celestial tale.

PIERROT
  Tell me of thee, and that dim, happy place
  Where lies thine home, with maidens of thy race!

THE LADY[_Seating herself._]
  Calm is it yonder, very calm; the air
  For mortal`s breath is too refined and rare;
  Hard by a green lagoon our palace rears
  Its dome of agate through a myriad years.
  A hundred chambers its bright walls enthrone,
  Each one carved strangely from a precious stone.
  Within the fairest, clad in purity,
  Our mother dwelleth immemorially:
  Moon-calm, moon-pale, with moon stones on her gown
  The floor she treads with little pearls is sown;
  She sits upon a throne of amethysts,
  And orders mortal fortunes as she lists;
  I, and my sisters, all around her stand,
  And, when she speaks, accomplish her demand.

PIERROT
  Methought grim Clotho and her sisters twain
  With shrivelled fingers spun this web of bane!

THE LADY
  Theirs and my mother`s realm is far apart,
  Hers is the lustrous kingdom of the heart,
  And dreamers all, and all who sing and love,
  Her power acknowledge, and her rule approve.

PIERROT
  Me, even me, she hath led into this grove.

THE LADY
  Yea, thou art one of hers! But, ere this night,
  Often I watched my sisters take their flight
  Down heaven`s stairway of the clustered stars
  To gaze on mortals through their lattice bars;
  And some in sleep they woo with dreams of bliss
  Too shadowy to tell, and some they kiss.
  But all to whom they come, my sisters say,
  Forthwith forget all joyance of the day,
  Forget their laughter and forget their tears,
  And dream away with singing all their years--
  Moon-lovers always!
[_She sighs._]

PIERROT
                      Why art sad, sweet Moon?
[_Laughing._]

THE LADY
  For this, my story, grant me now a boon.

PIERROT
  I am thy servitor.

THE LADY
                     Would, then, I knew
  More of the earth, what men and women do.

PIERROT
  I will explain.

THE LADY
                  Let brevity attend
  Thy wit, for night approaches to its end.

PIERROT
  Once was I a page at Court, so trust in me:
  That`s the first lesson of society.

THE LADY
  Society?

PIERROT
           I mean the very best
  Pardy! thou wouldst not hear about the rest.
  I know it not, but am a _petit maitre_
  At rout and festival and _bal champetre_
  But since example be instruction`s ease,
  Let`s play the thing.--Now, Madame, if you please!

[_He helps her to rise, and leads her forward: then he kisses her hand,
bowing over it with a very courtly air._]

THE LADY
  What am I, then?

PIERROT
                   A most divine Marquise!
  Perhaps that attitude hath too much ease.
  [_Passes her._]Ah, that is better! To complete the plan,
  Nothing is necessary save a fan.

THE LADY
  Cool is the night, what needs it?

PIERROT
                                   Madame, pray
  Reflect, it is essential to our play.

THE LADY[_Taking a lily._]
  Here is my fan!

PIERROT
                  So, use it with intent:
  The deadliest arm in beauty`s armament!

THE LADY
  What do we next?

PIERROT
                   We talk!

THE LADY                           But what about?

PIERROT
  We quiz the company and praise the rout;
  Are polished, petulant, malicious, sly,
  Or what you will, so reputations die.
  Observe the Duchess in Venetian lace,
  With the red eminence.

THE LADY
                         A pretty face!

PIERROT
  For something tarter set thy wits to search--
  "She loves the churchman better than the church."

THE LADY
  Her blush is charming; would it were her own!

PIERROT
  Madame is merciless!

THE LADY
                      Is that the tone?

PIERROT
  The very tone: I swear thou laciest naught.
  Madame was evidently bred at Court.

THE LADY
  Thou speakest glibly: `tis not of thine age.

PIERROT
  I listened much, as best becomes a page.

THE LADY
  I like thy Court but little--

PIERROT
                               Hush! the Queen!
  Bow, but not low--thou knowest what I mean.

THE LADY
  Nay, that I know not!

PIERROT
                       Though she wear a crown,
  `Tis from La Pompadour one fears a frown.

THE LADY
  Thou art a child: thy malice is a game.

PIERROT
  A most sweet pastime--scandal is its name.

THE LADY
  Enough, it wearies me.

PIERROT
                         Then, rare Marquise,
  Desert the crowd to wander through the trees.

[_He bows low, and she curtsies; they move round the stage. When they pass
before the Statue he seizes her hand and falls on his knee._]

THE LADY
  What wouldst thou now?

PIERROT
                        Ah, prithee, what, save thee!

THE LADY
  Was this included in thy comedy?

PIERROT
  Ah, mock me not! In vain with quirk and jest
  I strive to quench the passion in my breast;
  In vain thy blandishments would make me play:
  Still I desire far more than I can say.
  My knowledge halts, ah, sweet, be piteous,
  Instruct me still, while time remains to us,
  Be what thou wist, Goddess, moon-maid, _Marquise_,
  So that I gather from thy lips heart`s ease,
  Nay, I implore thee, think thee how time flies!

THE LADY
  Hush! I beseech thee, even now night dies.

PIERROT
  Night, day, are one to me for thy soft sake.

[_He entreats her with imploring gestures, she hesitates: then puts her
finger on her lip hushing him._]

THE LADY
  It is too late, for hark! the birds awake.

PIERROT
  The birds awake! It is the voice of day!

THE LADY
  Farewell, dear youth! They summon me away.

[_The light changes, it grows daylights and music imitates the twitter of
the birds. They stand gazing at the morning: then Pierrot sinks back upon
his bed, he covers his face in his hands._]

THE LADY[_Bending over him_.]
  Music, my maids! His weary senses steep
  In soft untroubled and oblivious sleep,
  With mandragore anoint his tired eyes,
  That they may open on mere memories,
  Then shall a vision seem his lost delight,
  With love, his lady for a summer`s night.
  Dream thou hast dreamt all this, when thou awake,
  Yet still be sorrowful, for a dream`s sake.
  I leave thee, sleeper! Yea, I leave thee now,
  Yet take my legacy upon thy brow:
  Remember me, who was compassionate,
  And opened for thee once, the ivory gate.
  I come no more, thou shalt not see my face
  When I am gone to mine exalted place:
  Yet all thy days are mine, dreamer of dreams,
  All silvered over with the moon`s pale beams:
  Go forth and seek in each fair face in vain,
  To find the image of thy love again.
  All maids are kind to thee, yet never one
  Shall hold thy truant heart till day be done.
  Whom once the moon has kissed, loves long and late,
  Yet never finds the maid to be his mate.
  Farewell, dear sleeper, follow out thy fate.

[_The Moon Maiden withdraws: a song is sung from behind: it is full day_.]


THE MOON MAIDEN`S SONG.

  Sleep! Cast thy canopy
    Over this sleeper`s brain,
  Dim grow his memory,
    When he awake again.

  Love stays a summer night,
    Till lights of morning come;
  Then takes her winged flight
    Back to her starry home.

  Sleep! Yet thy days are mine;
    Love`s seal is over thee:
  Far though my ways from thine,
    Dim though thy memory.

  Love stays a summer night,
    Till lights of morning come;
  Then takes her winged flight
    Back to her starry home.

[_When the song is finished, the curtain falls upon Pierrot sleeping._]

THE END.
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