A ROSE by any other name? Nay, that could hardly be. No other name, my Flower of June, Could be the name for thee. Dear darling of the summer-time And love-child of the sun, Whether by thy sweet breath beguiled Or by thy thorns undone, I know thee for the Queen of Flowers, And toast thee by thy name, -- "Here's to the sweet young loveliness That sets our hearts aflame!" |