THIS girl is dead, is dead in love's old way. They put her in the earth at break of day. They laid her lonely in her fine array. They left her lonely where her lone grave lay. They came back gaily, gaily with the day. They sang so gaily, gaily: "None may stay. The girl is dead, is dead in love's old way." They went afield, afield as every day . . . | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 4. NEW JERSEY by CLARENCE MAJOR A PROBLEM IN AESTHETICS by KAREN SWENSON DAYS TOO SHORT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE PALM TREE by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE WEARY BLUES by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES BEAUTIFUL MEALS by THOMAS STURGE MOORE |