(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

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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Great poem! Though I don't want to subscribe the feminist interpretation of it.
Nice video
This one is good poem for kids
my daughter participating poem completion and she read this poem.she was been asked the mean of this.
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