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Tis the last rose of summer,
Left blooming alone,
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone.
No flow'r of her kindred
No rosebud is nigh
To reflect back her blushes,
Or give sigh for sigh.

I'll not leave thee, thou lone one,
To pine on the stern,
Since the lovely are sleeping,
Go, sleep thou with them

Thus kindly I'll 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 flow'n
Oh! Who would inhabit
This bleak world alone?
Tis the last rose of summer,   Left blooming alone,   All her lovely companions   Are faded and gone.   No flow'r of her kindred   No rosebud is nigh   To reflect back her blushes,   Or give sigh for sigh.      I'll not leave thee, thou lone one,   To pine on the stern,   Since the lovely are sleeping,   Go, sleep thou with them      Thus kindly I'll 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 flow'n   Oh! Who would inhabit   This bleak world alone?