 | The poems and sonnets of Louise Chandler Moulton |  |
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TO MISTRESS ROSE.
A rose by any other name?
Nay, that could hardly be.
No other name, my Flower of June,
Could be the name for thee.
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,
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!”
And toast thee by thy name,—
“Here 's to the sweet young loveliness
That sets our hearts aflame!”
| The poems and sonnets of Louise Chandler Moulton | |