Author Frances Sargent Osgood AZALEA . I know a cheek whose blushes, As they trembling come and go, I could gaze upon for ever, If it did not pain thee so. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments