Edna St. Vincent Millay

(22 February 1892 – 19 October 1950 / Rockland / Maine / United States)

Dirge - Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

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.


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  • Rookie - 45 Points Colleen Courtney (5/17/2014 8:39:00 AM)

    A very sad poem. It's hard to try to make a child understand why one can perish at such a young age. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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