Rose Aylmer
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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 of sighs
- I consecrate to thee.
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