Poems – My  Pretty Rose Tree – 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.