Beneath my chamber window br Pierrot was singing, singing; br I heard his lute the whole night thru br Until the east was red. br Alas, alas Pierrot, br I had no rose for flinging br Save one that drank my tears for dew br Before its leaves were dead. br br I found it in the darkness, br I kissed it once and threw it, br The petals scattered over him, br His song was turned to joy; br And he will never know-- br Alas, the one who knew it! br The rose was plucked when dusk was dim br Beside a laughing boy.