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.
Dirge
Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Poem topics: death, wind, earth, tongue, young, spirit, dear, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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