Jessie B. Rittenhouse, ed. (1869–1948). The Second Book of Modern Verse. 1922.
Pierrette in Memory
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Exactly that she died,
So much as vanished and forgot
To tell where she would hide.
It came into her mind
That she was late. What could she do
But leave distress behind?
And hurrying to dress,
She heard there was another place
In need of loveliness.
She hardly made a stir;
But going took the stars and moon
And sun away with her.