The White Rose

- 1844-1890

The red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
O, the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.

But I send you a cream-white rosebud
With a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips.

Distance

The world is large, when its weary leagues two loving hearts divide;
But the world is small, when your enemy is loose on the other side.