The funeral-song be sung!—
An anthem for the queenliest dead
That ever died so young—
A dirge for her the doubly dead,
In that she died so young!
“Wretches! ye loved her for her wealth,
And hated her for her pride;
And when she fell in feeble health,
Ye bless’d her—that she died!
How shall the ritual, then, be read?