Edna St. Vincent Millay - Dirge lyrics

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 d**h.   Boys and girls that held her dear, All you loved of her lies here.