Where I got the name for my story. . .

I found this beautiful poem in a book called "Poems", by Christina G. Rossetti (read/download the book here):

       A SUMMER WISH

Live all thy sweet life through 

    Sweet Rose, dew-sprent, 

Drop down thine evening dew 

To gather it anew 

When day is bright: 

    I fancy thou wast meant 

Chiefly to give delight. 

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Sing in the silent sky, 

    Glad soaring bird; 

Sing out thy notes on high 

To sunbeam straying by 

Or passing cloud; 

    Heedless if thou art heard 

Sing thy full song aloud. 

O that it were with me 

    As with the flower; 

Blooming on its own tree 

For butterfly and bee 

Its summer morns: 

    That I might bloom mine hour 

A rose in spite of thorns. 

O that my work were done 

    As birds' that soar 

Rejoicing in the sun: 

That when my time is run 

And daylight too,  

    I so might rest once more 

Cool with refreshing dew.

Isn't it a beautiful poem?! And I'm sure you saw where I got my title. . . ;)