Here lies a most beautiful lady, <br />Light of step and heart was she; <br />I think she was the most beautiful lady <br />That ever was in the West Country. <br /> <br />But beauty vanishes, beauty passes; <br />However rare -- rare it be; <br />And when I crumble,who will remember <br />This lady of the West Country.<br /><br />Walter de la Mare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-epitaph/
