Poemsby William Blake

The Tiger

Ah Sunflower

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.

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The Tiger

Ah Sunflower