Death & Dying
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.
Codex Note
Written for Rose Aylmer, a friend of Landor's youth who died young in Wales; Charles Lamb called its two quatrains “all that is worth reading” in a much longer memory.
Cite this poem
MLA
Landor, Walter Savage. “Rose Aylmer.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/landor/10/.
Chicago
Landor, Walter Savage. “Rose Aylmer.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/landor/10/.
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