THE INNER FEELINGS.
HE: SHE gave me a rose at the ball to night, And I—l’m a fool, I suppose, For my heart beat high with a vague delight, Had she given me more than a rose ? I thought that she had for a little while, Till I saw her—fairest of dancers— Give another rose, with the same sweet smile, To another man in the lancers. Well, roses are plenty and smiles not rare, It is really rather audacious To grumble because my lady fair Is to other men kind and gracious. SHE : I gave him a rose at the ball to-night, A deep red rose, with fragrance dim. And the warm blood rushed to my cheeks with fright; I could not, dare not, look at him. For the depth of my soul he seemed to scan ; His earnest look I could not bear, So I gave a rose to another man, Any one else—l did not care.
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume VIII, Issue 33, 15 August 1891, Page 270
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158THE INNER FEELINGS. New Zealand Graphic, Volume VIII, Issue 33, 15 August 1891, Page 270
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