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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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