The Last Rose of Summer.’Tis the last rose of summer,Left 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?
’Tis the last rose of summer,Left 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?
’Tis the last rose of summer,Left 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?
’Tis the last rose of summer,Left 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.
’Tis the last rose of summer,
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Are 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.
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 circleThe gems drop away;When true hearts lie wither’d,And fond ones are flown,Oh! who would inhabitThis bleak world alone?
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?