Dirge Without Music

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.
` Edna St. Vincent Millay
 
Wow, Edna, you've got it! That outrage, that "no I will not accept it." I know but I am not resigned. 
This is only the last verse of the "Dirge without Music". I'll add the rest later.
Love, Sarah