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Pierrot
by Adelaide Crapsey
For Aubrey Beardsley’s picture “Pierrot is dying”
Pierrot is dying:
Tiptoe in,
Finger touched to lip,
Harlequin,
Columbine and Clown.
Hush! how still he lies
In his bed,
White slipped hand and white
Sunken head.
Oh, poor Pierrot.
There’s his dressing gown
Across the chair,
Slippers on the floor. . .
Can he hear
Us who tiptoe in?
Pillowed high he lies
In his bed;
Listen Columbine.
“He is dead.”
Oh, poor Pierrot.
Sheet Music
Night Songs: Four Poems of A. Crapsey
Composer(s): Lee Hoiby
Voice Type: High
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