DURGE WITHOUT MUSIC by Edness St Vincent Millay. I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the heart ground. So it is and so it will be, for so it has been time out of mind into the darkness they go. Why is it 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 of phrase remains, but the best is lost. The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love, they are gone. They have gone to feed the roses. Elecant and a curled is the blossom. Fragant 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 know, but I do not approve.