Pierrot's Posies
I made a posy for Pierrot
To give his wilful Columbine,
Of satin-flowers as soft as snow
And bluebells fine.
She sent them back with laugh and fleer,
And Pierrot never knew, I wis,
That in the posy lay a tear
That was not his.
I made a posy for Pierrot
All white and green and yellow;
And sweeter posy ne'er, I know,
Graced any pretty fellow.
'Twas gold and white for Love's delight
With roses brave to see:
But there for grief we laid a leaf
Of rosemary.
I made a posy for Pierrot,
The last of all my posies:
'Twas thick with lilies cold as snow,
And pallid Christmas roses.
We set white hyacinth a-row
Through feathery cypress peeping,
And Columbine and I — heigho!
Threw it with heavy weeping
Into a grave, that it might go
Wither with Pierrot sleeping.