William Griffith

PIERRETTE has gone, but it was not

Exactly that she died,

So much as vanished and forgot

To say where she would hide.

To keep a sudden rendezvous,

It came into her mind

That she was late. What could she do

But leave distress behind?

Afraid of being in disgrace,

And hurrying to dress,

She heard there was another place

In need of loveliness.

She went so softly and so soon—

Sh!—hardly made a stir,

But going took the stars and moon

And sun away with her.