by William Blake (1757 - 1827)

A flower was offered to me
Language: English 
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 turnd away with jealousy:
And her thorns were my only delight.

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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Word count: 56