First Person Feminine

Pierrot stands in the garden
Beneath a waning moon,
And on his lute he fashions
A [fragile]1 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.

I plucked a daisy in the fields,
      And there beneath the sun
I let its silver petals fall
      One after one.

I said, "He loves me, loves me not,"
      And oh, my heart beat fast,
The flower was kind, it let me say
      "He loves me," last.

I kissed the little leafless stem,
      But oh, my poor heart knew
The words the flower had said to me,
      They were not true.

I sang a song at dusking time
      Beneath the evening star,
And Terence left his latest rhyme
      To answer from afar.

Pierrot laid down his lute to weep,
      And sighed, "She sings for me,"
But Colin slept a careless sleep
      Beneath an apple tree.

Love entered in my heart one day,
      A sad, unwelcome guest;
But when he begged that he might stay,
      I let him wait and rest.

He broke my sleep with sorrowing,
      And shook my dreams with tears,
And when my heart was fain to sing,
      He stilled its joy with fears.

But now that he has gone his way,
      I miss the old sweet pain,
And sometimes in the night I pray
      That he may come again.

Strephon kissed me in the spring,
  Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
  And never kissed at all.

Strephon's kiss was lost in jest,
  Robin's lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin's eyes
  Haunts me night and day.

Brown-thrush singing all day long
    In the leaves above me,
Take my love this April song,
    "Love me, love me, love me!"

When he harkens what you say,
    Bid him, lest he miss me,
Leave his work or leave his play,
    And kiss me, kiss me kiss me!

I hoped that he would love me,
And he has kissed my mouth,
But I am like a stricken bird
That cannot reach the south.

For though I know he loves me,
To-night my heart is sad;
His kiss was not so wonderful
As all the dreams I had.