Blossoming
Into
AYoung
Lady
"The brightness of
her cheek would shame those stars
As daylight doth a
lamp. Her eyes in heaven
Would through the
airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing
and think it were not night.
See how she leans
her cheek upon her hand!
O that I were a glove
upon that hand,
That I might touch
that cheek!"
Willaim Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, Act 2, Sc 2