T'is the last rose of summer,
Left bloom all alone
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone.
No flower of her kindred
No rosebud is nigh
To reflect back her blushes,
Or give sigh for sigh. 

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
Oho, Who would inhabit
This bleak world alone?