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Poem
April 22, 1889
The Jersey City News
Jersey City, Hudson County, New Jersey
What is this article about?
A speaker at the opera admires a woman's pure, beautiful face, treasures a fallen white rose from her bouquet, but discovers it is red, symbolizing her blush of modesty amid the spotlight.
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The Rose That Blushed.
A single rose fell downward through the air.
From where within her opera box she sat,
With matchless face so wondrous, calm and fair,
That all the singers paused to gaze thereat.
"Now, by the stars," thought I, "if ever truth
And modesty, and spotless maiden grace
Were wedded to the heart of beauty's youth,
Behold them there upon that noble face.
"This rose that's fallen from yon cluster white,
This will I treasure though its day be dead."
I stooped to lift the rose—alas, the night!
The rest were white, but this was scarlet red,
The face was guileless still in all that light;
And yet this perfect rose had blushed and fled.
—W. J. Henderson in Once a Week.
A single rose fell downward through the air.
From where within her opera box she sat,
With matchless face so wondrous, calm and fair,
That all the singers paused to gaze thereat.
"Now, by the stars," thought I, "if ever truth
And modesty, and spotless maiden grace
Were wedded to the heart of beauty's youth,
Behold them there upon that noble face.
"This rose that's fallen from yon cluster white,
This will I treasure though its day be dead."
I stooped to lift the rose—alas, the night!
The rest were white, but this was scarlet red,
The face was guileless still in all that light;
And yet this perfect rose had blushed and fled.
—W. J. Henderson in Once a Week.
What sub-type of article is it?
Sonnet
What themes does it cover?
Love Courtship
What keywords are associated?
Blushing Rose
Opera Box
Maiden Beauty
Scarlet Red
Modest Grace
What entities or persons were involved?
W. J. Henderson
Poem Details
Title
The Rose That Blushed.
Author
W. J. Henderson
Key Lines
The Rest Were White, But This Was Scarlet Red,
The Face Was Guileless Still In All That Light;
And Yet This Perfect Rose Had Blushed And Fled.