| lyric | 1. 'tis the Last Rose of Summer left blooming alone
all her lovely companions are faded and gone
No no flower of her kindred no rose bud is neigh
to reflect back her blushes or give sigh for sigh
2. I'll leave thee thou lone one to pine on the stem
Since the lovely are sleeping go sleep now with them
Thus kindly I scatter thy leaves o're the bed
where thy mates of the garden lie scentless and dead
3. So soon may I follow when friendships decay
and from love's shining circle the gems drop away
when tru hearts lie withered and fond one's are flown
Oh who would inhabit this bleak world alone? |