The Last Rose Of Summer

'Tis the last rose of summer

Left blooming all alone,

All her lovely companions

Are faded and gone.

No flower of her kindred,

No rose bud is nigh,

To reflect back her blushes,

And give sigh for sigh.

I'll not leave thee, thou lone one,

To pine on the stem.

Since the lovely are sleeping,

Go sleep now 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,

And 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?