English poem
Auriol
by Louis Vintras (1864–1934)
Was there. (Producing a rose which she has held concealed.) And see, Julie, the lovely rose He gave me; but I cannot quite remember His words. Ah! yes, he said the rose was love’s Dear symbol, and was made to be a gift From those who love to those they love, that I Was Beauty.... Do you catch his meaning, dear?