My pretty Rose Tree

POSTED IN classic poetry, Spring April 29, 2018

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My pretty Rose Tree

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 turned away with jealousy,
And her thorns were my only delight.

 

William Blake