VISUAL POETRY • Last Rose of Summer -Thomas Moore

‘t Is the last rose of summer left blooming 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 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 Then, who would inhabit this bleak world alone?

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