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Good-bye, Pierrette. The new moon waits / Like some shy maiden at the gates / Of rose and pearl, to watch us stand / This little moment, hand in hand -- / Nor one red rose its watch abates.
The low wind through your garden prates / Of one this twilight desolates. / Ah, was it this your roses planned? / Good-bye, Pierrette.
Oh, merriest of little mates, / No sadder lover hesitates / Beneath this moon in any land; / Nor any roses, watchful, bland, / Look on a sadder jest of Fate's. / Good-bye, Pierrette.