A flower was offered to me, <br /> Such a flower as May never bore; <br /> But I said 'I've a pretty rose tree,' <br /> And I passed the sweet flower o'er. <br /> <br /> Then I went to my pretty rose tree, <br /> To tend her by day and by night; <br /> But my rose turned away with jealousy, <br /> And her thorns were my only delight.<br /><br />William Blake<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-pretty-rose-tree/
