Tis The Last Rose Of Summer Poem by Thomas Moore

Tis The Last Rose Of Summer

Rating: 3.2


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 wither'd,
And fond ones are flown,
Oh! who would inhabit
This bleak world alone?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ruta Mohapatra 28 December 2017

' When true hearts......world alone'....Liked the stanza

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Okoye Charles Chukwudi 23 April 2012

This poem...brought tears to my eyes...i luv it so

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