The Last Rose Of Summer

'Tis the last rose of Summer

Left blooming alone

All her lovely companions

Are faded and gone



No flower of her kindred

No rosebud 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

Are flown



Oh, who would inhabit

This bleak world alone

This bleak world alone