Hjalmar Hjorth Boyesen - If the Rose Could Speak lyrics

Within the rose I found a trembling tear, Close curtained in a gloom of crimson night By tender petals from the outer light, I plucked the flower and held it to my ear, And thought within its fervid breast to hear A smothered heart-beat throbbing soft and low. I heard its busy life-blood gently flow, Now far away and now so strangely near. Ah, thought I, if these silent lips of flame Could be unsealed and fling into the air Their woe, their pa**ion, and in speech proclaim Their warm intoxication of despair;-- Then would I give the rose into thy hand; Thou couldst its voice, beloved, not withstand.