DIRGE

by: Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950)

OYS and girls that held her dear,

Do your weeping now;

All you loved of her lies here.

 

Brought to earth the arrogant brow,

And the withering tongue

Chastened; do your weeping now.

 

Sing whatever songs are sung,

Wind whatever wreath,

For a playmate perished young,

 

For a spirit spent in death.

Boys and girls that held her dear,

All you loved of her lies here.

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