Martha (opera in 4 Acts) / Act 2: Last Rose of Summer

'Tis 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 and 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
 Oh who would inhabit this bleak world alone?
 This bleak world alone