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The Last Rose of Summer

‘Tis 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 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?

Credit


This poem is in the public domain.

Author


Thomas Moore

Thomas Moore was born in Dublin, Ireland, on May 28, 1779. The son of a wine merchant, he graduated from Trinity College in 1799 and went on to study law in London. A poet, satirist, and composer, Moore was the author of numerous long poems and volumes of poetry and prose, including Irish Melodies (1807-34), The Spirit of the Age (1825) and a biography of Lord Byron. He died on February 25, 1852. 

Date Published: 1813-01-01

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