POÉSIE ORIGINALE

’Tis tlie last rose of summer, l.eft blooming atone;

AU her lovely companions Are faded and gone ;

No flower or lier kiudred,

No rose bud is nigli,

To rcflect back her blushes.

Or give sigh for sigh.

I ’ll not leave lhee, thou lonc one!

To pine on the stem!

Since the lovely are sleeping,

Go, skep thou with lhem.

Thus kindly 1 scattcr Thy kaves o’er the bed,

Where thy males of the gardon Lie scentless and dead.