'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 I'll not leave thee lone one To pine on the stair Since the lovely are sleeping Go sleep thou with them Thus kindly I'll scatter Thy leaves on thy bed Where thy mates of the garden Lies scentless and dead So soon may I follow When friendships decay And from loves shining circle The gems drop away When true hearts un-withered And fond hearts are blown Oh who would inhabit This bleak world alone Oh who would inhabit This bleak world alone Alone