Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

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. MacDougal Street
2. To Those Without Pity
3. The Suicide
4. Thursday
5. To Kathleen

Adelaide Crapsey Dirge ("NEVER the nightingale")

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