monday verse: 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,
To give sigh for sigh.

from The Last Rose of Summer by Thomas Moore

This weekend saw our first snow and below zero temperatures of the winter. I think it could also be the end of the roses for this year. They’ve done really well, surviving the very hot, dry summer, and blooming resolutely on into late November. I think these pink ones must be particularly tough. They grow in the border in front of my workshop, and I’ve twice cut them down at ground level, in an attempt to get rid of them and plant a bed full of lavender. They’ve stubbornly grown back stronger than ever each time, so I’ve decided to let them be and enjoy their blooms.

As I discovered when I searched for it on the internet, this poem has been set to music, and it seems to be a favourite with young lady opera singers. I’m not necessarily a fan of young lady opera singers, but I did rather like this version by Clannad, which has a slightly more folky feel to it.



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