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. One Way There Was
2. Then Cautiously She Pushed
3. She Let Them Leave Their Jellies
4. Not Over-Kind nor Over-Quick
5. The Wagon Stopped before the House

Rupert Atkinson Dirge ("SLOW, slow across the black bleak range")

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