William Blake

Here you will find the Poem My Pretty Rose Tree of poet William Blake

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 night;
 But my rose turned away with jealousy,
 And her thorns were my only delight.