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.