Wednesday, September 22, 2010
(The Last Rose of Summer, cover of song sheet)
The passing of no other season evokes such melancholy.
The longed-for summer goes;
To its last rose,
Its narrowest day.
No heaven-sweet air but must die;
Its final note.
Oh, what dull truths to tell!
Now is the all-sufficing all
Wherein to love the lovely well,
~ Walter de la Mare (1873-1956), English writer, most famous for his ghost stories and children’s poetry