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Pierrot
. . . . Too soon, alas! too soon our summer swooned
To bitter winter . . . . and against the lace
Of tossed white pillows lay a reckless face,
With feverish parched mouth like a red wound. . . .
Yet still was our brave love not overthrown,
And I would nestle at your side and see
Your large sad eyes grow passionate for me. . . .
Love! wake and speak . . . . I cannot live alone. . . .
Blue as blue flame is the great sky above . . . .
The earth is wonderful and glad and green;
But shut the sunlight out . . . . for I have seen
Forgetfulness upon the face of love.
