Sunday, October 19, 2008

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.
by Thomas Moore (1779–1852)

He wrote the poem. Pat Williams grew the rose.

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