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. <br />When true hearts lie wither'd, <br />And fond ones are flown, <br />Oh! who would inhabit <br />This bleak world alone?<br /><br />Thomas Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tis-the-last-rose-of-summer/
