The beauty of the Rose may touch the Stone

For who would shun a fair and vibrant Bloom?

But rock may only hear Her luscious tone.

The flush, full flower's rarely 'lone

And nestled among companions it does loom:

The beauty of the Rose may touch the Stone.

So high above it rests; Stone must condone

The acquittal of this Blossom's rocky doom;

But rock may only hear Her luscious tone.

Though the blushing Bud is vainly prone

To overlook the coarse statue that looms,

The beauty of the Rose may touch the Stone.

The rain that sweeps away Earth Mother's bone

Will reawaken the bush's thorny Womb,

But rock may only hear Her luscious tone.

In unrequited agony they atone

Those rocks who dare to smell Roses' perfume.

The beauty of the Rose may touch the Stone,

But rock may only hear Her luscious tone.