English poem
My Lady, you Blushed.
by Thomas Winthrop Hall (1862–1900)
My lady, you blushed. Was my love a surprise? How quickly they hushed!
A curl of yours brushed All else from my eyes. My lady, you blushed.
You say that I gushed, And they all heard my sighs? How quickly they hushed!
Your roses were crushed; N'importe wherefores and whys. My lady, you blushed.