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.

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3. The Betrothal
4. The Return from Town
5. Whereas At Morning In A Jeweled Crown

George Darley Dirge ("Prayer unsaid, and mass unsung, Deadman's dirge must still be rung")

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