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?
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"Here lies a most beautiful lady,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Walter De La Mare delivers a powerful performance in "An Epitaph"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...