THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER

'Tis the last rose of summer 
Left blooming alone 
All her [bad word] 
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 stern 
Since the lovely are sleeping 
Go sleep thou with them 
Thus kindly I'll scatter 
Thy leaves over 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 [bad word] hearts lie withered 
And fond ones are flown
Oh who would inhabit 
This bleak world alone