Lastroseofsummer moore elli
This the last rose of summer, by Thomas Moore, read for LibraVox.org by Ellie. This the last rose of summer, left blooming alone, All her lovely companions are faded and gone, No flower of her kindred, no rosebud this night, To reflect back her blushes, forgive sigh for sigh. I'll not leave thee, to alone one to pine on the stem, Since the lovely are sleeping, go sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter their leaves o'er the bed, Where their mates of the garden lie sentless and dead.
So soon may I follow when friendships decay, And from love's shining circle the gems drop away, When true hearts lie withered and fond ones are flown, All who'd inhabit this bleak world alone. Thanks for watching!
