The First Rose of Summer by Oliver Herford

The First Rose of Summer

Oliver Herford (1863 – 1935)

‘Oh dear! Is Summer over?’

I heard a rosebud moan,

When first her eyes she opened,

And found she was alone.

‘Oh, why did Summer leave me,

Little me, belated?

Where are the other roses?

I think they might have waited.’

Soon the little rosebud

Saw to her surprise

Other rosebuds opening,

So she dried her eyes.

Then I heard her laughing

Gaily in the sun,

‘I thought Summer was over;

Why, it’s just begun!’