'tis the last rose of summer, left blooming all alone All her lovely companions are faded and gone. No flower of her kindred, no rose bud is nigh to reflect back her blushes and 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 flown Oh! who would inhabit this bleak world alone.