The Last Rose of Summer

　

　　'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,没

　　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,既

　　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.

　　Soon may I follow,
　　When friendships decay,

　　And from Love's shining circle
　　The gems drop away. 

　　When true hearts lie withered,

　　And fond ones are flown,

　　O! who would inhabit

　　This bleak world alone?