Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
Rose AylmerWalter Savage Landor (17751864)
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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.