the name of a rose

the god who turned a girl into a tree
(a static mode of her desire to flee)
might if he thought you had the fire
grant you your wishes and your heart's desire

it would be hard at least I so suppose
to turn a sweet girl's name into a rose
but fortune in her maddest surge and whirl
has not yet turned a rose into a girl

amazing this that i still have the time
to turn my vagrant thoughts into true rhyme