PIERROT
Reading edition
Pierrot came and watched me Sewing on my seam, And handed me gay, silken threads, Broken from a dream. He helped me trim the lantern That hangs beside my door, And brought me petaled thoughts To sprinkle on the floor. He picked a rose and left me, In the shadowed light, But I found the gate ajar, Swinging in the night. Then I ran and gathered stars, From the hollows of the sea, And pinned them on my breast— Pierrot called to me.