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Poetry Friday: The Last Rose of Summer by Thomas Moore

August 30th, 2013 (07:00 am)
artistic

Current Mood: artistic
Current Song: The Last Rose of Summer as performed by Celtic Woman

'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,
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 o'er 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?

- The Last Rose of Summer by Thomas Moore

Listen to Celtic Woman perform this traditional song.

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Posted by: mlyearofreading (mlyearofreading)
Posted at: September 1st, 2013 12:30 am (UTC)

Now I'm feeling guilty for CELEBRATING the end of summer!

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: September 1st, 2013 12:48 am (UTC)

We still have three weeks! Summer is still going strong until Saturday, September 21st!

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