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! )