My Pretty Rose Tree

William Blake(1757–1827)

Songs of Innocence and of Experience, 1794

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.

De Songs of Innocence and of Experience, a partir de la transcripción de Wikisource en inglés (edición de 1826).

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