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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...APPROACH OF WINTER by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS SCINTILLA by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE THE FEMALE GOD by ISAAC ROSENBERG FETES GALANTES: MANDOLINE by PAUL VERLAINE DO THOU LOVE, TOO! by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |