The Artsy Fart

The Last Rose of Summer

Here's the next drawing. I must say that I overestimated my own ability to draw, but that's how it is.

I don't think I'll be having the time to do more drawings in the Maggie art project before the exhibit, but it might not stop me in the future.

I was suggested to dip the drawing in coffee to make it more old fashioned - what do you think?

The Last Rose of Summer

'Tis the last rose of summer,
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Are faded an gone;
No flower of her kindred,
No rosebud is nigh,
To reflect her blushes,
Or give sigh for sigh.

I'll not leave thee,
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 scentles and dead.

So soon may I follow
When friendships decay;
And from love's shining circle
The gems drop away;
When true hearts lie withered,
And fond ones have flown,
Oh, who would inhabit
This bleak world alone!

posted by Unna @ 8:05 AM