Departing summer hath assumed
An aspect tenderly illumed,
The gentlest look of spring;
That calls from yonder leafy shade
Unfaded, yet prepared to fade…

William Wordsworth – September, 1819

 

 

 

“‘Tis the last rose of summer,
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone.”

Thomas Moore, The Last Rose of Summer, 1830