DIRGE - William Mickle Poems

 
 

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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.