Tuesday, September 29, 2009
The Last Rose Of Summer......
Although autumn has always been my favorite season, for some reason, this year I feel especially sad that summer is ending. Today has been cold and kind of dreary at times. As I looked out my kitchen window this morning I came to the realization that summer is over. The weatherman is predicting frost later this week. I decided I better go out and pick the last of my roses. As I was cutting the stems I was reminded of an Irish melody that was originally a poem written by Thomas Moore. It's kind of sad but you know how some of us Irish are. I love beautiful old sad poems and songs........
'The Last Rose Of Summer'
'Tis the last rose of summer left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions are faded and gone;
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 mates in the garden
Lie scentless and dead.
So soon may I follow, when friendships decay
And from Love's shining circles the gems drop away. When true hearts lie whithered and fond ones are flown,
Oh! Who could inhabit this bleak world alone? '