Beneath my chamber window Pierrot was singing, singing; I heard his lute the whole night thru Until the east was red. Alas, alas, Pierrot, I had no rose for flinging Save one that drank my tears for dew Before its leaves were dead. I found it in the darkness, I kissed it once and threw it, The petals scattered over him, His song was turned to joy; And he will never know -- Alas, the one who knew it! -- The rose was plucked when dusk was dim Beside a laughing boy.
Three Songs
Song Cycle by Alexander Rihm
?. The rose  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Authorship:
- by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933), "The rose", appears in Rivers to the Sea, first published 1915
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