Tis the last rose of summer br Left blooming alone; br All her lovely companions br Are faded and gone: br No flower of her kindred, br No rose-bud is nigh, br To reflect back her blushes, br Or give sigh for sigh. br br I'll not leave thee, thou lone one! br To pine on the stem; br Since the lovely are sleeping, br Go, sleep thou with them. br Thus kindly I scatter br Thy leaves o'er the bed, br Where thy mates of the garden br Lie scentless and dead. br br So soon may I follow, br When friendships decay, br And from Love's shining circle br The gems drop away.