Edna St. Vincent Millay — Dirge

Boys and girls that held her dear,        &nbsp Do your weeping now; All you loved of her lies here. Brought to earth the arrogant brow,        &nbsp And the withering tongue Chastened; do your weeping now. Sing whatever songs are sung,        &nbsp Wind whatever wreath, For a playmate perished young, For a spirit spent in death.        &nbsp Boys and girls that held her dear, All you loved of her lies here.