Tis last rose of summer Left blooming all alone, All her lovely companions Are faded and gone. flower of her kindred, No rose bud is nigh, To back her blushes, And give sigh for sigh.
I’ll not thee, thou lone one, To pine on the stem. the lovely are sleeping, Go sleep now with Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves the 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! true hearts lie withered And fond ones are flown Oh! Who would inhabit This bleak world alone?