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?