My Pretty Rose Tree

My Pretty Rose Tree
by William Blake

 A flower was offered to me:
Such a flower as May never bore.
But I said “I’ve a Pretty Rose-tree”,
And I passed the sweet flower o’er.

 Then I went to my Pretty Rose-tree:
To tend her by day and by night.
But my Rose turn’d away with jealousy:
And her thorns were my only delight.

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  1. jodapoet says:

    Ah, love the message here and Blake is a favorite. Thanks for posting this.

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