 Re: the last rose of summer
Tis the last rose of summer,
Left blooming all alone,
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone.
No flower of her kindred,
No rose bud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes,
Or give sigh for sigh. All the other roses have died and there are no young buds coming to be her reflection as she too begins to die.
I'll not leave thee, thou lone one,
To pine on the stem;
Since the lovely are sleeping,
Go sleep thou with them; Since the other roses are dead, you will now join them because I shall pick you in order to scatter your petals with theirs.
'Thus kindly I scatter
Thy leaves o'er the bed
Where thy mates of the garden
Lie scentless and dead. The other flowers in the garden that have died at the end of the summer.
So soon may I follow
When friendships decay, So too I will die as I and my friends will grow old and die.
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 |