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Home: Poetry: William Blake: My Pretty Rose Tree
| MY PRETTY ROSE TREE |
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a poem by William Blake
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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.
- 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.
| "My Pretty Rose Tree" is reprinted from Songs of Innocence and Experience. William Blake. London: Basil Montague Pickering, 1866. |
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