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 her by day and by night.
But my Rose turnd away with jealousy,
And her thorns were my only delight.
(William Blake: Canciones de Inocencia y de Experiencia, p. 134)
How to read this? Did the poet turned down a pretty flower because he thought he had a whole lot of them waiting for him but, in the end, he could not enjoy anything?
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