Left blooming alones；
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone；
No flower of her kindred，
No rosebud2 is nigh，
To reflect back her blushes，
Or give sigh for sigh！
I'll not leave thee， thou lone1 one，
To pine on the stem；
Since the lovely are sleeping，
Go sleep thou with them.
Thus kindly3 I scatter4
Thy leaves o'er the bed
Where thy mates of the garden
Lie scentless5 and dead.
So soon may I follow，
When friendships decay，
And from lover's shining circle
The gems6 drop away！
When true hearts lie withered7，
And fond ones are flown，
Oh！ who would inhabit
This bleak8 world alone？