The Last Rose of Summer. Leitz Summicron 50mm DR

Out of the corner of my eye on my usual commuting route, I spotted this lone rose.  I circled back later in the day to capture its faded beauty, reminded of the lovely poem.

Thomas Moore
1779 –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!


Thanks to this link for the entire verse.