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.
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• 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 'll scatter
• Thy leaves o'er the bed,
• Where thy mates of the garden
• Lie scentless and dead.
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• 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 flow'n
• Oh! Who would inhabit
• This bleak world alone?