My Pretty Rose Tree
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 his by day and by night;
But my rose turned away with jealousy,
And his thorns were my only delight.
5 comments:
Beautiful.
Missie
A lady of choice tastes! Thank you for quoting Mr. Blake, very welcome. CATHY
I don't know if I ever saw your side bar; that's a great picture of you!!
interesting poem
betty
lovely poem, i am sure that there is a meaning hidden in there but my brain won't work today!!LOL take care mrs t xx
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Beautiful! I've had a few friendships like that...sad but true. (Hugs) Indigo
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