PIERROT LAUGHS

You are old, Pierrot,

But I do not laugh

As in harlequinade

You totter down the path.

Now you are old, Pierrot,

And drool to your guitar,

I do not cast you off.

Though your love songs are as feeble as a winter fly's

I do not scoff.

Exultant

I cast back on you

What you gave me,

And bind you with the unasked love

That has kept me from being free!