9.16.2007

The Last Rose of Summer






"Tis the last rose of summer,
Left blooming all 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."
Sir John Stevenson

6 comments :

  1. I remember some verse, too

    Nobody knows
    this little rose
    It may a pilgrim be
    Did I not take
    it from its ways
    and lift it up to thee


    ... why I remember that, I don't know.
    but your rose brought it to mind

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  2. so fresh . . so beautiful. And I love Pamela's poem too :)

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  3. Oh, no! It can't be! I'm not ready!

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  4. Hmm, the computer didn't like my first comment so....I'll try again. As I was saying, "naw, tis the first rose of autumn, and a beauty it is at that!" You still have the most colorful and well put together blog site that I have ever run across. Thanks.

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  5. Lovely rose, lovely poem. Sigh. . .

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  6. Pamela: What a lovely verse. Thanks.
    Shelby: I always appreciate your comments.
    Jackie: Enjoy the Indian summer while you can. lol
    seenthatbefore: Thank you for your kind words. This blog has been a creative outlet for me.
    Noni: I was inspired with your bloom pictures. Thank you!

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