Epitaph Poem by Jan Struther

She was too lovely for remembrance-
Let us forget her like a dream,
Lest all our days and all our nights hereafter
Empty should seem.
Let not the blind remember beauty,
Nor deaf men think upon a tune:
There are things that are too lovely for remembrance-
Let us forget her soon.
Let us forget her-we who loved her-
For pity's sake, for comfort's sake:
Lest, plucked too oft by the long hands of sorrow,
Our heart-strings break.