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

Or, give a sigh for sigh

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