“’T is the last rose of summer”

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From “Irish Melodies”
’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?

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V. Trees: Flowers: Plants