The Last Rose Of Summer

‘Tis the last rose of summerLeft blooming alone.All her lovely companionsAre faded and gone.No flow’r of her kindredNo rosebud is nighTo reflect back her blushesOr give sigh for sigh.I’ll not leave thee thou lone oneTo pine on the stemSince the lovely are sleepingGo sleep thou with them;Thus kindly I scatterThy leaves o’er the bedWhere thy mates of the gardenLie scentless and dead.So soon may I followWhen friendships decayAnd from loves’ shining circleThe gems drop away!When true hearts lie witheredAnd fond ones are flownOh! Who would inhabitThis bleak world alone?

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