Wednesday, July 06, 2016

The Rose

At last the lady doth reveal herself; she is fragrant and opens in red energy to the dawn. She will have no less than the want of all men's eyes upon her till sunset comes and then within the sweet calm of night she will arouse within them their secrets of day. For maturity comes and with it the passion of expectation is played upon the green lawns of July. For this is the daughter of William Shakespeare and we would have no less to grace our garden