William Blake, Songs of Experience: My Pretty Rose Tree
A flower was offerd to me;
Such a flower as May never bore.
But I said I've a Pretty Rose-tree.
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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:
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And her thorns were my only delight.