My Pretty Rose Tree

by A. Junaidy

William Blake (again)...couple time read this poem and try to know how Blake felt when he wrote this.

My Pretty Rose Tree
by William Blake

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 turn'd away with jealousy:
And her thorns were my only delight.