The Last Rose of Summer
The last rose of summer Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions Are faded and gone;
No flower of her kindred, No rose-bud is nigh,
to reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh.
I'll not leave thee, thou lone1 one! To pine on the stem;
Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them.
thus kindly2 I scatter3 Thy leaves o'er the bed
Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless4 and dead.
Soon may I follow, When friendships decay,
And from Love's shining circle The gems5 drop away.
When true hearts lie withered6, And fond ones are flown,
O! who would inhabit This bleak7 world alone?
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