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?
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Great.
This poem is so sad. I was reading about his life and I think he must have written this at a time he thought he was going to die. It makes me think of friends who betrayed me, of death. I love the line,
So soon may I follow,
When friendships decay,
And from Love's shining circle
The gems drop away.
The simplicity of the poem gives it a grace and an elegance that more complexe rhyming would have ruined. It is as though it is saying, this is the way things are. It does not try to hide its message in complexe forms. Bravo! Ben fatto!
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