The Last Rose Of Summer
'Tis the last rose of summer left blooming alone
All her lovely companions are faded and gone
No flow'r of her kindred
No rosebud is nigh
To reflect back her blushes or give sigh for sigh
I'll not leave thee, thou lone one to pine on the stem
Since the lovely are sleeping, go sleep thou with them
Thus kindly I scatter
Thy leaves o'er the bed
Where thy mates of the garden lie scentless and dead
So soon may I follow, when friendships decay
And from love's shining circle the gems drop away
When true hearts lie wither'd
And fond ones are flown
Oh, who would inhabit this bleak world alone
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