Dirge Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Dirge

Rating: 2.8


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.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Colleen Courtney 17 May 2014

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

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Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Rockland / Maine / United States
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