Tuesday, January 17, 2012
My pretty ROSE TREE. By William Blake
A flower was offerd 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.
Illustration by William Blake. From Songs of Innocence and of experience. By William Blake. 1789-1794