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Sara Teasdale - Pierrot`s Song
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Lady, light in the east hangs low, 
Draw your veils of dream apart, 
Under the casement stands Pierrot 
Making a song to ease his heart. 
(Yet do not break the song too soon— 
I love to sing in the paling moon.)

The petals are falling, heavy with dew, 
The stars have fainted out of the sky, 
Come to me, come, or else I too, 
Faint with the weight of love will die. 
(She comes—alas, I hoped to make 
Another stanza for her sake!)
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