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Thursday, November 1, 2012

The Last Rose

Over the arbor, the climbing antique rose has several new blooms, The canes are filled with new buds just waiting to burst open, but sadly after Wednesday's predicted freeze they will have lost their chance.



'Tis the last rose of summer
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone;

No flower of her kindred,
No rosebud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes,
To 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,
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?


The Last Rose of Summer:  Thomas Moore 1805

10 comments:

Country Gal said...

Lovey photo and poem ! My Knock out rose bush is hanging on but barely ! This weekend I will have to beak down and prune it even as it has some flowers ! Have a good evening !

黄清华 Wong Ching Wah said...

Beautiful blossom

Michelle said...

A beautiful bloom and beautiful words to go along with it.

Terry said...

That's a beautiful rose! You are so lucky to still have such beauty in your garden.

Manni King said...

Hello, this is a good article.
Thanks.

DJan said...

I have read this poem before but it is even more perfect when I read it today. Thank you! :-)

Ann-Marie ~ Brambly said...

I have one red rose climbing the side of house. It is still quite lovely.Beautiful poem.

Janneke said...

Your last rose is a beauty! And I love the well known poem of Thomas Moore.
Have a nice weekend.

Bernideen said...

Very lovely - peachy!

ANITA said...

wat a beautiful blog!!!!

the best i think!!))

happy weekend!!