“Side by side, their faces blurred, The earl and countess lie in stone, Their proper habits vaguely shown As jointed armour, stiffened… — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
“Time has transfigured them into Untruth. The stone fidelity They hardly meant has come to be Their final blazon, and to prove… — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
Now, helpless in the hollow of An unarmorial age, a trough Of smoke in slow suspended skeins Above their scrap of history,… — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
