The Last Rose کے بول

'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 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 on the bed Where thy mates of the garden lie scentless and dead Thus kindly I scatter thy leaves on the bed Where thy mates of the garden lie scentless and dead 1