Lyric 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.

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 senseless and dead.

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 flown,
Oh! who would inhabit
This bleak world alone?