Frederick Philip Grove
THE DIRGE
(IM 15, 1-33)

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e-Edition by Gaby Divay
© August 2007

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VIII. "We go about... by Frederick Philip Grove We go about and look at all the signs Which still remind us of her playful day. Here hangs her swing: the grass is worn away Beneath the trees. These are the hempen lines With which she stretched and braced her playhouse tent; And these the steps down to the river's bank Which no one trod but she; that is the plank On which she stood, above the water bent. And in the house of her one room still tells Just as she left it: pictures on the wall Of countries she had seen; coat, shoes, and ball; Her skates and ribbons, books and stones and shells. All these remain; and she alone does not; And they with her, as we, have lost their soul. We go about and pay the bitter toll Of hearts too sore but bemoan their lot. In Memoriam 15/8