William Blake

(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

My Pretty Rose Tree - Poem 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 turned away with jealousy,
And her thorns were my only delight.


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  • Rookie - 2 Points Thembelihle Zungu (4/18/2015 10:24:00 AM)

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 9, 2001

Poem Edited: Tuesday, December 23, 2014


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