The Betrayal of the Rose

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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 had 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