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William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909.

My Pretty Rose-tree

William Blake (1757–1827)

A FLOWER was offer’d to me,

Such a flower as May never bore;

But I said, ‘I’ve a Pretty Rose-tree,’

And I passèd the sweet flower o’er.

Then I went to my Pretty Rose-tree,

To tend her by day and by night,

But my Rose turn’d away with jealousy,

And her thorns were my only delight.