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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.

This work was published before January 1, 1924, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.