The letter R
R is for ROSE
'Tis the last rose of summer left blooming alone
All her lovely companions are faded and gone
No flower of her kindred, no rosebus is nigh
To reflect back her blushes and 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 withered and fond ones are flown
Oh who would inhabit this bleak world alone?
This bleak world alone.
Poignant words by the Irish poet, Thomas Moore in 1805.
The melody composed by George Alexander Osborne from Limerick City
Here is the last rose of summer in our garden, before the first snowfall
and a sweet rendition of the song
For more interpretations of the letter R visit here at ABC Wednesday,
with thanks to Mrs. Nesbit, her helpers and all participants.