MY PRETTY ROSE TREE
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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.
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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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a SONG OF EXPERIENCE
by WILLIAM BLAKE

3 comments:

Rimshot said...

Ain't that just the truth. *sigh*

Mel said...

*sigh*

Lovely...

Dave said...

Morning.