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.

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! "
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