'Tis The Last Rose Of Summer - Sarah Moore
'Tis the last rose of
Summer left blooming alone
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone
No flower of her kindred
No rosebud is night
To reflect back her blushes
And give sigh for sigh
I'll not leave thee thou lone one
To pine on the stem
Since the lovely are sleeping
Go sleep thou with them
Thus kindly
I scatter thy leaves over the bed
Where the 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 withered
And fond ones are flown
Oh who would inhabit
This bleak world alone
