16/07/08

POEMAS COM ROSAS DENTRO -55



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 turnd away with jealousy:
And her thorns were my only delight.

William Blake

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