the last rose of summer

'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 senseless and dead. so soon may i follow

when friendships decay

and from love's shining circle

the gems drop away!

when true hearts lie wither'd

and fond ones are flown

oh! who would inhabit

this bleak world alone?