Chloë Agnew
The Last Rose Of Summer
Tis the last rose of summer,Left blooming alone,All her lovely companionsAre faded and gone.No flower of her kindredNo rosebud is nighTo 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 themWhere thy mates of the gardenLie scentless and dead.So soon may I followWhen friendships decay;And from love's shining circleThe gems drop awayWhen true hearts lie wither'dAnd fond ones are flow'nOh! Who would inhabitThis bleak world alone?
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