Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас)
The Betrayal of the Rose
A WHITE rose had a sorrow--
And a strange sorrow!
For her sisters they had none,
As they all sat around her
Each on her feudal throne.
A strange sorrow
For one with no to-morrow,
No yesterday, to call her own,
But only to-day.
A white rose had a sorrow--
And a sweet sorrow!
She locked it in her breast
Save that one outer petal,
Less guarded than the rest
(Oh, fond sorrow!),
From the red rose did borrow
Blushes, and the truth confessed
In the red rose's way!
Edith Matilda Thomas’s other poems:
- How the Christmas Tree Was Brought to Nome
- The Procession of the Kings
- The Witch’s Child
- The Christmas Sheaf
- The Indignant Baby
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