Friday, April 13, 2007

Epitaph of Love

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.

Walter De La Mare

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