'Tis the last rose of summer,
left blooming all alone,
all her lovely companions
are faded and gone.
No flower of her kindred,
no rose bud 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
Oh! who would inhabit
this bleak world alone?
Das war ein Garten, wunderschön,
Da wollt ich lustig mich ergehn;
Viel schöne Blumen sahn mich an,
Ich hatte meine Freude dran.
Es zwitscherten die Vögelein
Viel muntre Liebesmelodei'n;
Die Sonne rot, von Gold umstrahlt,
Die Blumen lustig bunt bemalt.
