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English Poetry II: From Collins to Fitzgerald.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.

Walter Savage Landor

543. 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.