Rose Aylmer

By Walter Savage Landor

1775-1864

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.

DayPoems Poem No. 510
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