Tis the rose of summer Left blooming all alone, All her lovely companions faded and gone. No flower of her kindred, rose bud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, And give sigh for sigh.
I’ll not leave thou lone one, To pine on the stem. the lovely are sleeping, Go sleep now with them. kindly I scatter Thy o’er the bed Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
So soon may I follow friendships decay, from love’s shining circle The gems drop away! true hearts lie withered And fond ones are flown Oh! Who would inhabit This bleak world alone?