AN EPITAPH
by: Walter de la Mare (b.
1873)
- ERE lies a most beautiful lady,
- Light of step and heart was she:
- I think she was the most beautiful lady
- That ever was in the West Country.
- But beauty vanishes; beauty passes;
- However rare, rare it be;
- And when I crumble who shall remember
- This lady of the West Country?
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