Pierrot is dying;
Tiptoe in,
Finger touched to lip,
Harlequin,
Columbine and Clown.
Hush! How still he lies
In his bed,
White slippered hand and white
Sunken head.
Oh, poor Pierrot.
There's his dressing gown
Across the chair,
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Can he hear
Us who tiptoe in?
Pillowed high he lies
In his bed;
Listen, Columbine,
"He is dead."
Oh, poor Pierrot.
—Adelaide Crapsey