'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...CINQUAIN: THE WARNING by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY MARE LIBERUM by HENRY VAN DYKE A FARM PICTURE by WALT WHITMAN I HAVE SEEN by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS PSALM 123 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE ART OF BOOK-KEEPING by SAMUEL LAMAN BLANCHARD |