with apologies to "The last rose of summer":

'Tis the last leaf of autumn left dying alone
All her lovely companions are faded and gone
No leaves of her kindred, no tender green is nigh
To reflect back her lushness 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.