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...SEA-BIRDS by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN THE AGONY [AGONIE] by GEORGE HERBERT THE EVE OF BUNKER HILL [JUNE 16, 1775] by CLINTON SCOLLARD THE BROKEN FIELD by SARA TEASDALE MERLIN AND THE GLEAM by ALFRED TENNYSON A GULL GOES UP by LEONIE ADAMS |