The Last Rose of Summer

the last rose of summer

tis the last rose of summer
left blooming alone
all her lovely companions
are faded and gone
no flower 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 withered
and fond ones are flown
oh who would inhabit
this bleak world alone?