Walter de la Mare

(1873 - 1958 / Kent / England)

An Epitaph


Here 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 will remember
This lady of the West Country.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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