The Song For Colin

Sara Teasdale

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.

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