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?