The yellow book: an illustrated quarterly — 13.1897

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Pierrot

. ... 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.
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