The Last Rose of Summer

A rose bush in our yard which produce one bloom on the last day of summer. The stem is about four feet long, and this is the only blossom on the bush. Unlike Thomas Moore poem, I will not 

pluck the beautiful rose before its time.

A rose bush in our yard which produce one bloom on the last day of summer. The stem is about four feet long, and this is the only blossom on the bush. Unlike Thomas Moore poem, I will not pluck the beautiful rose before its time.

'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 ?
~ Thomas More