Tis 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 bushes

Or give sigh for sigh!

My own "last rose of summer" bloomed this morning on this

first official day of fall.

"The Last Rose Of Summer"

(1805)
Thomas Moore

(1779-1852)

Irish poet