Left blooming alone,
 All her lovely companions
 Are faded and gone.
 No flow'r of her kindred
 No rosebud is nigh
 To reflect back her blushes,
 Or give sigh for sigh.

 I'll not leave thee, thou lone one,
 To pine on the stern,
 Since the lovely are sleeping,
 Go, sleep thou with them

 Thus kindly I'll scatter
 Thy leaves o'er the bed,
 Where thy 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 wither'd
 And fond ones are flow'n
 Oh! Who would inhabit
 This bleak world alone