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Still I sojourn here, alone and palely loitering, though the sedge is withered from the lake and no birds sing. For I sent the bath towel to the wash this morning, and omitted to put out another. I have no towel.

Rose Macaulay

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Rose Macaulay
Age: 77 †
Born: 1881
Born: April 1
Died: 1958
Died: October 30
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Rugby
Warwickshire
Emilie Rose Macaulay
Dame Emilie Rose Macaulay
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Lakes
Omitted
Stills
Birds
Towel
Still
Sent
Towels
Sing
Withered
Bird
Bath
Alone
Baths
Morning
Lake
Loitering
Though
Wash
Sojourn

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