Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone, All her lovely companions faded and gone. No 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 them. Thus kindly scatter Thy o’er the bed Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless dead.
So soon may I follow When friendships decay, And from love’s circle The gems drop away! true hearts lie withered And fond ones are flown Oh! Who would inhabit This bleak world alone?