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The Poetry and Prose of William Blake | ||
My Pretty ROSE TREE
A flower was offerd 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.
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 turnd away with jealousy:
And her thorns were my only delight.
To tend her by day and by night.
But my Rose turnd away with jealousy:
And her thorns were my only delight.
The Poetry and Prose of William Blake | ||