An Epitaph

Walter de la MareSad

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

Mood:: Sad
Topics:: death, beauty, memory, lady, west country

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Written as an epitaph, the lines make a memorial for a woman of the West Country whose beauty and lightness of spirit clearly moved the speaker. He calls her the most beautiful lady of her region, and the phrase sounds full of tender admiration rather than exaggeration.

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