Boys and girls that held her dear, <br />Do your weeping now; <br />All you loved of her lies here. <br /> <br />Brought to earth the arrogant brow, <br />And the withering tongue <br />Chastened; do your weeping now. <br /> <br />Sing whatever songs are sung, <br />Wind whatever wreath, <br />For a playmate perished young, <br /> <br />For a spirit spent in death. <br />Boys and girls that held her dear, <br />All you loved of her lies here.<br /><br />Edna St. Vincent Millay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dirge-3/
