The last rose of summer
포토로그 '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 t..
