Ah what avails the sceptred race, <br />Ah what the form divine! <br />What every virtue, every grace! <br />Rose Aylmer, all were thine. <br />Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes <br />May weep, but never see, <br />A night of memories and of sighs <br />I consecrate to thee.<br /><br />Walter Savage Landor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rose-aylmer-2/
