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Thomas moore, nina

'tis the last rose of summer, blooming all alone
All her companions are faded and gone.
No flower of her kindred, no bud is nigh
To reflect her blushes and give sigh for sigh.

I'll not leave thee, lone one! to pine on the stem
Since the lovely are sleeping, go thou with them
'thus I scatter thy leaves o'er the bed
thy mates of the garden lie scentless and dead.

So soon may I follow, when decay
And from love's shining the gems drop away
When true hearts lie wither'd and fond are flown
Oh! who would inhabit bleak world alone!