After William Shakespear
A rose by any other name,
So young, so tender breathe of spring,
Can it be for it's blossom blamed?
Can so be piano's singing strings?
Oh, can those, hidden underneath,
Be safe from the musician's Arm?
And can be safe young April leaves
From Fall that soon or late will come?
Still smelling sweet, still she believes,
Still seeking love and giving love.
Thou, judging world, do let her live -
Let spring be spring and youth be youth.
A rose by any other name...
© Copyright: Анастасия Панкеева, 2009
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