'TWAS a Jacqueminot rose That she gave me at parting; Sweetest flower that blows. 'Twas a Jacqueminot rose. In the love 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 love 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, "Yet at least with the rose Went a kiss that I'm wearing." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...APPRECIATION by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE DAY-DREAM: MORAL by ALFRED TENNYSON HIS HEART, INTO A BIRD by PHILIP AYRES ASHWEDNESDAY by JOSEPH BEAUMONT BENEDICTION by VALERY YAKOVLEVICH BRYUSOV |