【The Last Rose of Summer】
　 Tis the last rose of summer
　 Left blooming alone;
　 All her lovely companions
　 Are faded and gone;
　 No flower of her kindred,
　 No rose-bud is 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 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 withered,
　 And fond ones are flown,
　 Oh! who would inhabit
　 This bleak world alone?