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.

by William Blake

Comments (7)

True and powerful words and thoughts.
Greed breed greed a nice idea and expressed through a poem. I likes it.
Greed breed greed, ....beautiful presentation....nice
Yes greed breeds greed and multiplies and spreads.......to bury this special attention is required. Nice work shared on with very fine touch.
greed does breed greed so well said a good poem
See More