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 by sigh. I'll not leave thee, though lone one to pine on the steam Since the lovely are sleeping, go sleeping though with them. Thus kindley I scatter they leaves over the bed Where my mates of the garden lie scentless and dead. So soon I may follow my 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.