Lastroseofsummer moore jvw
Tis the last rose of summer, Left blooming alone, All her lovely companions are faded and gone, No flower of her kindred, No rose-butt as nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or 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 o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden lie sentless and dead. So soon may I follow when friendships decay, And from love's shining circle the gems drop away, When true hearts lie wizard and fond ones are flown. Oh, who would inhabit this bleak world alone?
