23 October 2008

Tis the last rose of Summer,

One of my favorite poems and songs is "Tis the last rose of Summer" by Thomas Moore. The words were written by Moore, I don't know who wrote the music. Most recently it was preformed by the group Celtic Women. I was out working in the yard this morning and there were just a couple of roses left and I instantly thought of that poem.

'Tis the last rose of summer,
Left blooming all alone,
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone.
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 over 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?

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