The Last Rose of Summer by bmac62
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Description
"'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?"
BACKGROUND:
The Last Rose of Summer is a poem by Irish poet Thomas Moore, who was a friend of Byron and Shelley. Moore wrote it in 1805 while at Jenkinstown Park in County Kilkenny, Ireland. Sir John Stevenson set the poem to its widely-known melody, and this was published in a collection of Moore's work called Irish Melodies (1807-34).
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And don't be sad...they'll be back in the springtime! April 15th at my house...OMG, that's 6 1/2 months. But it'll go fast:-)
Bill:)
Played on the Irish Tin Whistle
Comments (41)
wonderful poem, very fine flower!!!
the time passes too fast....... Wonderful rose and photo!
Lovely rose there Bill and nie poem, well done!!
Wonderful!!!!!!!!!!!!!Bravissimo!:DDD.Hugsxx
An excellent display, and a fitting relay of words to accompany this photo
a rush of vibrant colors Bill
Very nice image Bill. :)
It does stand out from the rest. Great info on the poem too! Thanks, Clive
Great poem and beautiful rose Bill!
Beautiful words and rose Bill...yes...to think six months back, or six months ahead...always makes me stop and enjoy the month were in allot more.
Gorgeous Rose
Great color. Hope for Spring.
VERY NICE
Just lovely. I am singing that song now! When I married into an Irish family I became well acquainted with more Irish tunes than you can imagine. I actually used to play this on the piano. Anyhow - It's just perfect that you've also captured the dried husks soon to be "hips" for the new autumn look. Great job capturing the feeling of time passing. Great title!
It's beautiful, Bill. Pretty good record, too. A flower that stays around almost six months of the year. We sure don't have any like that.
A mighty fine poem Bill... I can see what you mean... Good choice for the picture, well done.. You take care.. Rob
There's another song by the same name, done by Judas Priest. You can hear it here if you want to know what you've stuck in MY head all day! LOL! (Don't worry ... it's a lovely song, and not heavy metal at all.) Excellent image, my friend. Beautiful rose!
B E A U T I F U L
How lovely this is! I will miss the flowers, but I'm so so ready for fall and winter!
Can't go wrong with roses...in any medium...nice....
A beautiful last rose photo. Great poetry as well. Yes, spring will be here soon enough. Time flies by so fast!
Beautiful capture...
fantastic photo and great poem !
You are right Bill, springtime will be here in no time. Beautiful pic & lovely poem.
There are signs of new life here before the old is worn out! This is a VERY healthy plant..no black spot.
magnificent rose. love the contrats ! Great capture
Beautiful vibrant color, awesome clarity and details, beautiful work!!
excellent! thanks for the poem, it's wonderful!
A lovely rose and hopefully there will be a few more blooms before summer ends. While I'm not familiar with this poem/song, I do heartily approve of it's Kilkenny origins as my grandmother was born there!
A bit of a change in style for you Bill. It's good though