The Last Rose of Summer

'Tis the last rose of summer
Left blooming alone
All her lovely companions
Are faded and goneNo flower of her kindred
No rosebud is nigh
To reflect back her blushes
And give sigh for sighI'll not leave thee, thou lone one
To pine on the stem
Since the lovely are sleeping
Go sleep thou with themThus kindly I scatter
Thy leaves o'er the bed
Where thy mates of the garden
Lie scentless and deadSo soon may I follow
When friendships decay
And from love's shining circle
The gems drop awayWhen true hearts lie withered
And fond ones are flown
Oh, who would inhabit
This bleak world alone
This bleak world alone