Pierrot

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.