I Sent My Love Two Roses, - One As White As Driven Snow, And One A Blushing Royal Red, A Flaming Jacqueminot. I Meant To Touch And Test My Fate; That Night I Should Divine, The Moment I Should See My Love, If Her True Heart Were Mine. For If She Holds Me Dear, I Said, She'll Wear My Blushing Rose; If Not, She'll Wear My Cold Lamarque As White As Winter'S Snows. My Heart Sank When I Met Her: Sure I Had Been Over Bold, For On Her Breast My Pale Rose Lay In Virgin Whiteness Cold. Yet With Low Words She Greeted Me, With Smiles Divinely Tender; Upon Her Cheek The Red Rose Dawned. - The White Rose Meant Surrender.