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.