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The poem and the tune together were published in December 1813 in volume 5 of Thomas Moore's A Selection of Irish Melodies. The original piano accompaniment was written by John Andrew Stevenson, several other arrangements followed in the 19th and 20th centuries.
1852. ‘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.
Moore explores the way that beauty is fleeting and that all things must eventually wither and die. He writes, "Tis the last rose of summer / Left blooming alone; / All her lovely companions / Are faded and gone." Another important theme of the poem is the idea of love and its enduring power.
The Last Rose of Summer Lyrics. '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...
The speaker compares the last rose of summer, left alone and fading, to the loss of friends and loved ones. The poem's simple yet elegant language and imagery create a sense of profound sadness and longing.
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
'Tis the last rose of summer, Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone; No flow'r 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!
