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,
Or give sigh for sigh.
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Tis the last rose of summer
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone.
Ah, Thomas Moore!
Here is a more positive interpretation of the picture:
At the sight of the last blooming rose of this summer, the girl is overwhelmed by a wave of memories: Hundreds of roses that had filled her heart with colours and scents during that time seemed to dance again in her hands. Should the last rose really only evoke sadness?
Suddenly, the wise words of the Indian Nobel laureate Rabindranath Tagore came to her mind: "Do not be sad about what is past; rejoice that it has been".
And with each word, her heart fills with light and joy.