Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Dirge

Boys 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.

1. Assault
2. Tavern
3. Memorial to D.C.
4. Sonnets 11: As To Some Lovely Temple, Tenantless
5. The True Encounter

Adelaide Crapsey Dirge ("NEVER the nightingale")

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