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.
This poem is in the public domain.
Walter Savage Landor
Date Published: 1806-01-01
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/rose-aylmer