The the last rose of summer Left blooming alone,
All her lovely companions Are faded and gone
No Flower of her kinderd, No rosebud is nigh
To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh.
So soon may I follow, When friendship decay,
And from love\\\\\`s shining circle When true hearts lie wither\\\\\`d,
The gems drop away! And food ones are flown,
Oh, who would inhabit This bleak world alone?