Knowing that today the wind would whip her about, and tonight the cold temperatures might fade her lovely petals, I plucked the last rose of summer. She'll hold a place of honor in the center of the table on my old crocheted doily. Lovely isn't she?
'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?
If you enjoyed the poem, you'll love it set to music by Celtic Woman.
Beautiful! And I love the song too...started humming it when I saw your post, before I saw the YouTube video posted.
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Joyce
So beautiful! The lovely rose and the Celtic voices. Such gorgeous harmony!
ReplyDeleteI love the arrangement you made with your last roses! Just beautiful and I don't think I had ever heard that song sung. It was wonderful to listen to. Have a great week!!
ReplyDeleteShe's beautiful. Your colder weather must be there by now -- our winds are starting to pick up and our temps are expected to drop throughout the day. Now I'm looking forward to Indian Summer. ;-)
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