'Tis the last rose of summer,
Left blooming all alone
All her lovely companions
Aare faded and gone.
No flower of her kindred,
No rose bud is nigh
To reflect back her blushes
Or give sigh for sigh.
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!