The Last Rose of Summer

'Tis the last rose 'Tis the last rose of summer 'Tis the last rose 'Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone; No flow'r of her kindred, No rose bud is nigh To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh. 'Tis the last rose 'Tis the last rose of summer 'Tis the last rose I'll not leave thee, thou lone one, To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them; Thus fondly 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 wither'd, And fond ones are flown, Oh! who would inhabit This bleak world alone?