Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей)

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. So She Came Back
2. The Last White Sawdust
3. She Had Forgotten
4. Lord Archer, Death
5. She Filled Her Arms with Wood

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

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