Tis the Last Rose of Summer
By: Thomas Moore
'Tis the last rose of summer,
Left blooming alone,
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone.
No flow'r of her kindred
No rosebud is nigh
To reflect back her blushes,
Or give sigh for sigh.
I'll not leave thee, thou lone one,
To pine on the stern,
Since the lovely are sleeping,
Go, sleep thou with them
Thus kindly I'll 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 wither'd
And fond ones are flow'n
Oh! Who would inhabit
This bleak world alone?
Left blooming alone,
All her lovely companionsAre faded and gone.
No flow'r of her kindred No rosebud is nigh
To reflect back her blushes,
Or give sigh for sigh.
I'll not leave thee, thou lone one, To pine on the stern,
Since the lovely are sleeping,
Go, sleep thou with them
Thus kindly I'll 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 wither'd
And fond ones are flow'n Oh! Who would inhabit
This bleak world alone?
Absolutely beautiful! Pictures of roses are so pretty, and the poem you put with it fit perfectly!
ReplyDeleteI love the roses. Also, the poem goes along with it!
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
*jaw on floor*
ReplyDeletebeautiful! especially with the poem.
wow.