Here Lies Pierrot

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! Here lies Pierrot. She loved me once, did Columbine. It sets my dusty heart aglow Merely to lie and dream how fine Her semblance was, -- Here lies Pierrot! Her perfumed presence, silks and lace, Did madden men and wrought them woe; For me alone her witching grace. Where is she now? Here lies Pierrot. We two walked once beneath the moon -- Yellow it hung, and large and low -- And listened to the tender tune Of nightingales, -- Here lies Pierrot! Our foolish vows of passion shook The very stars, they trembled so. How it comes back, her soft, shy look, Now I am dead! Here lies Pierrot! These other men and maids, who stroll Through moonlit poplar trees arow, Does each play the enchanted rôle We phantoms played? Here lies Pierrot! O joy, that I remember yet Sweet follies of long ago! Dear heaven, I would not quite forget! The moon's ashine; Here lies Pierrot!