A perpetual memory and other poems: By Henry Newbolt: With brief memoirs by Walter de la Mare and Ralph Furse and a portrait by Sir William Rothenstein |
 | I. |
Epitaph
|
 | II. |
 | A perpetual memory |  |
15
Epitaph
Underneath this stone we laid
All of Lucy that could fade:
Fairest earth, our earth's delight,
Here we gave to endless night.
All of Lucy that could fade:
Fairest earth, our earth's delight,
Here we gave to endless night.
Yet we trust eternal sleep
Her sweet spirit cannot keep:
Though her dust to dust be gone
She that lived is living on.
Her sweet spirit cannot keep:
Though her dust to dust be gone
She that lived is living on.
We it is, if truth were known,
Lie and dream beneath a stone:
And we too shall one day stir
Out of sleep to live with her.
Lie and dream beneath a stone:
And we too shall one day stir
Out of sleep to live with her.
| A perpetual memory | |