As Men have Loved by Edna St. Vincent Millay

As men have loved their lovers in times past

And sung their wit, their virtue and their grace, / So have we loved sweet Justice to the last, / Who now lies here in an unseemly place. The child will quit the cradle and grow wise

And stare on beauty till his senses drown; Yet shall be seen no more by mortal eyes

Such beauty as here walked and here went down.

Like birds that hear the winter crying plain

Her courtiers leave to seek the clement south;

Many have praised her, we alone remain

To break a fist against the lying mouth

Of any man who says this was not so:

Though she be dead now, as indeed we know.