• "The last rose of summer,
    Left blooming alone.
    All her lovely companions are faded and gone,
    No flower of her kindred,
    No rosebud is night,
    to reflect back her blushes or give sigh for sight.

    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 over the bed.
    When thy mates of the garden,
    lie scentless and dead.

    So soon may I follow,
    when friendships decay,
    and from love's shinning circle,
    the gems drop away.

    When true hearts lie withered,
    and fond one's are flown,
    oh! who would inhabit this bleak world alone."