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Rose Aylmer

Ah, what avails the sceptred race!   
  Ah, what the form divine!   
What every virtue, every grace!   
  Rose Aylmer, all were thine.   
  
Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes
  May weep, but never see,   
A night of memories and sighs   
  I consecrate to thee.

Credit


This poem is in the public domain.

Author


Walter Savage Landor

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Date Published: 1806-01-01

Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/rose-aylmer