Pierrot and Columbine / Margaret DeLaughter

Pierrot and Columbine
The gods are dead, and we are old; And we are old, for now at last, For now at last our hearts are cold; Our hearts are cold, and love is past. Our love is past, and even so,	       5 And even so our dreams have fled. Our dreams have fled, and so we know, And so we know the gods are dead!