Virginia Lucas Poetry Scrapbook

"The Last Rose of Summer" by Thomas Moore

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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 rosebud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes,
      And give sigh for sigh,

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I’ll not leave thee thou lone one,
     To pine on the stem;
Since the lovely are sleeping,
       Go sleep there with them.
Thus kindly I scatter
         Thy leaves on the bed,
Where thy mates of the garden
          Lie scentless and dead.

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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."

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