Tal día como hoy, pero de 1779, nacía Thomas Moore, el gran poeta romántico irlandés. Fue amigo personal de Byron y Shelley y es conocido, sobre todo, por "The Last Rose of Summer". A modo de pequeño y humilde homenaje, recordaremos aquí la letra de este poema, para luego escucharlo interpretado por Celtic Woman. Espero que lo disfrutéis...
THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER
" 'Tis the last rose of summerLeft blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone;
No flower of her kindred,
No rosebud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes,
To 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,
Thy leaves o'er the bed,
Where thy mates of the garden
Lie scentless and dead.So soon may I follow,
When friendships decay,
From Love's shining circle
The gems drop away.
When true hearts lie withered
And fond ones are flown,
Oh! who would inhabit,
This bleak world alone?"
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