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17. Oct 2005

My pretty rose tree

 
Blake:  
Rose Tree
   
 
 
 
 
 
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.    
   
William Blake (1767-1827)   
 
 
 
 
 

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