The Last Rose Of Summer Poem by Della Hodgson James

On a slender bough ‘twas hanging
Kissed by the morning breeze,
It's dewy fragrance clinging
As it swayed to and fro with ease. The radiant pink of springtime
Throughout the summer retained,
Until the last little rose, appearing
So stoutly it's beauty proclaimed. It's velvet petals unfurling
In meek pride, thus to pose,
To the world in all it's glory
This last little summer rose. Bravely flaunting it's rare delicacy
It's sweetness to the morning sun,
This last little rose of summer
In silence, bloomed alone.