PIERROT . . . . Pierrot . . . . at first they said you slept,
And then they told me you would never wake . . . .
I dared not think . . . . I watched the white day break,
The yellow lamps go out . . . . I have not wept.
But now I kiss your dear cold hands and weep ;
Shaken with sobs I cower beside the bed . . . .
At last I realise that you are dead . . . .
Drawn suddenly into the arms of sleep. . . .
Love ! . . . you will never look at me again
With those rain-coloured, heavy-lidded eyes,
Closed now for ever . . . . Pierrot, was it wise
To love so madly since we loved in vain ?
In vain ! in vain ! . . . but Pierrot, it was sweet
To stem the stealthy hours with wine and song ! . . .
Though death stood up between us stern and strong,
And fate twined nets to trip our dancing feet . . . .
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. . . . 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.
Custance, Olive. “Pierrot.” The Yellow Book, vol. 13, April 1897, pp. 121-122. Yellow Book Digital Edition, edited by Dennis Denisoff and Lorraine Janzen Kooistra, 2010-2014. Yellow Nineties 2.0, Ryerson University Centre for Digital Humanities, 2020. https://1890s.ca/YBV13_custance_pierrot/