Pierrot stands in the garden <br /> Beneath a waning moon, <br />And on his lute he fashions <br /> A fragile silver tune. <br /> <br />Pierrot plays in the garden, <br /> He thinks he plays for me, <br />But I am quite forgotten <br /> Under the cherry tree. <br /> <br />Pierrot plays in the garden, <br /> And all the roses know <br />That Pierrot loves his music, -- <br /> But I love Pierrot.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pierrot-2/
