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?
('Epitaph', 1912) Walter De La Mare quote
Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon.
(Silver, 1913) Walter De La Mare quote
English poet and novelist 1873-1956