Pablo Neruda Translations by Jodey Bateman
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 turnd away with jealousy:
And her thorns were my only delight.
William Blake - Poet | Academy of American Poets
William Blake - Wikipedia
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