Сара Тисдейл (Sara Teasdale)

Pierrot

PIERROT stands in the garden,
    Beneath a waning moon, 
And on his lute he fashions
    A fragile silver tune.

Pierrot plays in the garden,
    He thinks he plays for me, 
But I am quite forgotten
    Under the cherry tree.

Pierrot plays in the garden,
    And all the roses know, 
That Pierrot loves his music,--
    But I love Pierrot.