Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HERE LIES PIERROT, by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON Poet's Biography First Line: The moon's ashine; by many a lane Last Line: The moon's ashine; here lies pierrot. Subject(s): Birds; Death; Love; Moon; Nightingales; Dead, The | ||||||||
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 role We phantoms played? Here lies Pierrot. O joy, that I remember yet Frail follies of the long ago! Dear heaven, I would not quite forget! The moon's ashine; here lies Pierrot. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND BLACK SHEEP by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |
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