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?
This ballad was written by Thomas Moore in 1805, and has since then been made into a popular song. It is about the last remaining rose of summer, with its friends collapsed around it. The last verse compares the flower's situation to love and friendship. Humans also dislike loneliness. This poem fits my theme, "Seasons", as it uses the change of seasons as an analogy to the human need for companionship.
Personification is throughout the poem (eg. "her blushes", "sleep", etc.), as well as apostrophe, as the speaker is addressing the rose.
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