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Web-extra (November 24, 2016): The Last Rose of Summer; From 1850.

Web-extra (November 24, 2016): The Last Rose of Summer;
From 1850.

By Thomas Moore.

’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,
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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November’s Bloom


Photo Caption: In the neighbourhood of Clare Gardens Park, after snow, frost and sub-zero night temperatures, a last rose clings to summer. Photo by G. Ludington.
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Our Last Rose.

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