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2    Do your weeping now;
3All you loved of her lies here.
4Brought to earth the arrogant brow,
5    And the withering tongue
6Chastened; do your weeping now.
7Sing whatever songs are sung,
8    Wind whatever wreath,
9For a playmate perished young,
10For a spirit spent in death.
11    Boys and girls that held her dear,
12All you loved of her lies here.


1] This poem is the last in a group (pp. 87-95) from a memorial to D. C. and is dated at Vassar College, 1918. Back to Line