DIRGE
by: Edna St. Vincent Millay
(1892-1950)
- OYS and
girls that held her dear,
- Do your weeping now;
- All you loved of her lies here.
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- Brought to earth the arrogant brow,
- And the withering tongue
- Chastened; do your weeping now.
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- Sing whatever songs are sung,
- Wind whatever wreath,
- For a playmate perished young,
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- For a spirit spent in death.
- Boys and girls that held her dear,
- All you loved of her lies here.
"Dirge" is reprinted from
Second April. New York: Mitchell Kennerley, 1921. |
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