'Tis the Last Rose of Summer
Tis the last rose of summerLeft blooming alone;All her lovely companionsAre 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 lone one!To pine on the stem;Since the lovely are sleeping,Go, sleep thou with them.Thus kindly I scatterThy leaves o'er the bed,Where thy mates of the gardenLie scentless and dead.
So soon may I follow,When friendships decay,And from Love's shining circleThe gems drop away.When true hearts lie wither'd,And fond ones are flown,Oh! who would inhabitThis bleak world alone?
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