Linden Harp ‎#28b

28b. The last rose of summer

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

2 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 o'er thy 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 true hearts He wither'd,
And fond ones are flown,
O, who would inhabit
This bleak world alone.

Text Information

• First Line: 'Tis the last rose of summer
• Title: The last rose of summer
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1855

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