Wednesday, October 7, 2020

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
 

9 comments:

Sara at Come Away With Me said...

How lovely! Your blog is so rich with beauty. I like that you've always kept the dark background and it makes all the color and light in the photos really stand out.

Susie said...

Jo, I love that last bouquet of roses. I love roses but I am not very good at growing them. I have two bushes and one stays rather small. It was a gift to my daughter from her son and they moved ..she brought it to be to keep for her. I have had it about 9 years. Blessings to you, enjoy these glorious days. xoxo, Susie

DJan said...

Thank you for the lovely bouquet, and the beautiful poem. You brighten my life. :-)

Yvonne said...

A little sad, but lovely. Beautiful roses.

happyone said...

Beautiful photo and words.

Edna B said...

What beautiful roses. My friend, you have a beautiful, poetic way with words. And I love that poem. You have a wonderful day, hugs, Edna B.

L. D. said...

Beautiful roses.

Marcheline said...

I just made a permanent bouquet of dried white roses that came from bouquets that hubby gave me - I have a little wire decoration hanging over my kitchen sink that I used to dry them on...

This poem is so sad! Perfectly captures October.

Henny Penny said...

I never knew the words to this poem were so beautiful, and sad too. Your posts are always special.