“But beauty vanishes; beauty passes;However rare—rare it be;And when I crumble, who will rememberThis lady of the West Country?”Walter de la Mare An Epitaph.
“Who knocks?’ ‘I, who was beautiful,Beyond all dreams to restore,I from the roots of the dark thorn am hither,And knock on the door.”Walter de la Mare The Ghost.
“For beauty with sorrowIs a burden hard to be borne:The evening light on the foam, and the swans, there;That music, remote, forlorn.”Walter de la Mare The Old Summerhouse.
“Here lies a most beautiful lady,Light of step and heart was she;I think she was the most beautiful ladyThat ever was in the West Country.”Walter de la Mare An Epitaph.