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