Love
My Pretty Rose Tree
From Songs Of Experience
Love
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.
Cite this poem
MLA
Blake, William. “My Pretty Rose Tree.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/blake/31/.
Chicago
Blake, William. “My Pretty Rose Tree.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/blake/31/.
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