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.
 

This poem was originally published in Second April (1921). This poem is in the public domain.