Friday, 11 September 2009

The last rose of summer

'Tis the last rose of summer,
Left blooming all alone,
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone.
No flower of her kindred,
No rose bud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes,
Or give sigh for sigh.

I'll not leave thee, thou lone one,
To pine on the stem;
Since the lovely are sleeping,
Go sleep thou with them;
'Thus kindly I scatter
Thy leaves o'er the bed
Where thy mates of the garden
Lie scentless and dead.

So soon may I follow
When friendships decay,
And from love's shining circle
The gems drop away!
When true hearts lie withered
And fond ones are flown
Oh! who would inhabit
This bleak world alone?

Thomas Moore

I have always loved this poem...


english rose corner said...

Found you at last Deb! What a lovely poem by Thomas Moore, Clannad did a song version of it.I am always sad to see the last of my roses, but I usually get some still blooming at Christmas. See you soon hopefully, Betty xxx

Debbies-English-Treasures said...

Oh! so beautiful...
I can see why you like it so much!
Thanks for sharing!