'T is the last rose of summer, Left blooming 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! 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, O, who would inhabit This bleak world alone? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BURIAL OF THE MINNISINK by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW CROSS AND THRONE by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR VERSES: THE FIFTH BOY by JOHN BYROM THE LORDS' MASQUE: SONG by THOMAS CAMPION ONCE IN A WHILE by W. FRANCIS CHAMBERS CHILD HAROLD: IN EPPING FOREST by JOHN CLARE BORN WITHOUT A CHANCE by EDMUND VANCE COOKE |