A Rose

’Twas a Jacqueminot rose
That she gave me at parting;
Sweetest flower that blows,
’Twas a Jacqueminot rose.
In the lone garden close,
With the swift blushes starting,
’Twas a Jacqueminot rose
That she gave me at parting.

If she kissed it, who knows—
Since I will not discover,
And lone is that close—
If she kissed it, who knows?
Or if not the red rose,
Perhaps then the lover!
If she kissed it, who knows,
Since I will not discover?

Yet at least with the rose
Went a kiss that I’m wearing!
More I will not disclose;
Yet at least with the rose
Went whose kiss no one knows,
Since I’m only declaring
That at least with the rose
Went a kiss that I’m wearing!