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? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MISS KILMANSEGG AND HER PRECIOUS LEG: HER BIRTH by THOMAS HOOD GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 12 by RICHARD BARNFIELD SLEEPING OUT: FULL MOON by RUPERT BROOKE GOLD HAIR; A STORY OF PORNIC by ROBERT BROWNING |