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That year she died, my nearest, dearest friend; Lady Jean died, heroic to the end. The family stood about her grave, but none Mourned her as I did. After, one by one, They slipped away--Peter and Bill--my son Went back to school. I hardly was aware Of Percy's lovely widow, sitting there In the old room, in Lady Jean's own chair.
An English beauty glacially fair Was Percy's widow Rosamund, her hair Was silver gilt, and smooth as silk, and fine, Her eyes, sea-green, slanted away from mine, From anyone's, as if to meet the gaze Of others was too intimate a phase For one as cool and beautiful as she.