Thursday, October 10, 2019

Holding On

The arbor- trellis roses are still blooming their little hearts out.
Perfect sunny days, and mist-laden, cool nights, affording them once last chance at a flush of beauty, before the first frost appears.

'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


Susie said...

Jo, I think it's wonderful when we can walk outside and see one last flower blooming for us. I had some pansies once that seemed to never say never and bloomed in snow. Blessings, xoxo, Susie

Kathy said...

How beautiful your roses are! Now I have to go see if I have any roses left.

The Wykeham Observer said...

I think this season makes the flowers more dramatic than earlier in summer. Phil

DJan said...

They are indeed so lovely. And so is the poem. Blessings to you, Jo. :-)

Edna B said...

Your roses are beautiful, and I love the poem. I still have an occasional blossom, but soon they will all be withered from the colder temps. Ah, but now we can look forward to Spring and all her beauty again. You have a wonderful day, hugs, Edna B.

Laurie said...

Awww, this was lovely, your photos and your words, beautiful,

Henny Penny said...

The roses are beautiful. I have never read the poem, The Last Rose of Summer. It's beautiful and so touching.

L. D. said...

That is a wonderful rose to grow. I notice I have a red one that is blooming its heart just before our freeze.