Thursday, May 8, 2008

Lost Love Verse

My Pretty Rose Tree

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.

But my Rose turn'd away with jealousy:

And her thorns were my only delight.

William Blake

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