`Tis the last rose of summer
Left blooming alone.
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone.
No flow`r of her kindred
No rosebud is nigh
To reflect back her blushes
Or give sigh for sigh.
I`ll not leave thee thou lone one
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 scentless and dead.
So soon may I follow
When friendships decay
And from loves` shining circle
The gems drop away!
When true hearts lie withered
And fond ones are flown
Oh! Who would inhabit
This bleak world alone?