Rose Aylmer
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 sighs
I consecrate to thee.
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Poem for September 13, 2034
The poem for September 13, 2034 is "Rose Aylmer" by Walter Savage Landor.
About this daily poem
- Daily date
- September 13, 2034
- Poem
- Rose Aylmer
- Poet
- Walter Savage Landor
- Themes
- nature, beauty, grief, faith
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