My+Pretty+Rose+Tree+(pg.+93)

William Blake
 * //__My Pretty Rose Tree__//**

A flower was offerd 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 to her by day and by night. But my Rose turned away with jealousy, And her thorns were my only delight.

About the Poem: In this poem, Blake was offered a rose of great beauty that had he had never seen May bore. But he looked at the flower and says, well I've got my own pretty rose tree. He passes on the rose he was given and goes to his own pretty rose tree, he tends to it carefully day and night in hopes that his tree would soon bare pretty roses that he was given. But his rose tree became jealously because it couldn't match the beauty of the other rose. So the thorns on the tree became very sharp to Blake because he tried so hard to make his rose tree like the flower he had gotten. But the rose tree was unable to be as beautiful as the other flower.