Classic and Contemporary Poetry

AN EPITAPH, by GEORGE JOHN CAYLEY
First Line: A lovely young lady I mourn in my rhymes
Last Line: She waltzed rather well -- it's a pity she's dead.'

A LOVELY young lady I mourn in my rhymes.
She was pleasant, good-natured, and civil (sometimes),
Her figure was good, she had very fine eyes,
And her talk was a mixture of foolish and wise.
Her adorers were many, and one of them said,
'She waltzed rather well -- it's a pity she's dead.'