A Sad Sad Story

The river flowed through meadows green I saw the wild rose, pink and serene. There came a voice from beyond the blue, An angel from heaven said – it was you. Resting beneath the rays of the sun, I gazed at the sky to talk with my one. The breezes blew sweet whispers to me … More A Sad Sad Story

The Blind Boy

O SAY what is that thing call’d Light, Which I must ne’er enjoy; What are the blessings of the sight, O tell your poor blind boy! You talk of wondrous things you see, You say the sun shines bright; I feel him warm, but how can he Or make it day or night? My day … More The Blind Boy

An Epitaph

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