Yesterday, after supper, I went out in the cold drizzle and rescued the last rose of Autumn, The lone, little survivor, and brought her in and placed her in a bud vase, to open up in comfort. It was a joy! The passing of no other season evokes such melancholy. NOW The longed-for summer goes; Dwindles away To its last rose, Its narrowest day. No heaven-sweet air but must die; Softlier float Breathe lingeringly Its final note. Oh, what dull truths to tell! Now is the all-sufficing all Wherein to love the lovely well, Whate’er befall. ~ Walter de la Mare (1873-1956), English writer
Such a beautiful rose, @Joe Riley ! When I saw your post, and it’s reminder that winter will soon be here and covering any last roses left in snow, it reminded me of this song, one of my all-time favorites, sung by Ed Ames.
"Give my love o Rose" is a Johnny Cash favorite of mine. We don't get to know the beginning of the story....how the man got to be dying alongside the railroad tracks..... And we don't get to learn how the story ends....and if the good Samaritan and Rose find true love..... We just hear the middle of the story. I found Bruce Springsteen's version and like it.