Favourite Poems - Dirge Without Music

So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:

Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. 

Crowned with lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.

Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.

Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.

A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,

A formula, a phrase remains,—but the best is lost.

The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,

—They are gone. They are gone to feed the roses. 

Elegant and curled is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. 

But I do not approve.

More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.

Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave

Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;

Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.

I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned. 

I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.

Dirge Without Music

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Memorials

Litchfield Churchyard

And while we are about memorials, this inscription by Thomas Carew
on Lady Mary Wentworth's tomb has always seemed to me to be an
admirable way to be remembered

Good to the poor, to kindred dear
To servants kind, to friendship clear
To nothing but herself severe

But click the heading for a short biography of Mary Wentworth and
wonder if she quite merited this epitaph