My Pretty Rose Tree, a poem by William Blake

These roses flourish producing so abundant blooms that it seems that they are rewarding me - even if I give them so little care.

Dear rose, I still don't know your name!

EDIT

Thanks to my blog visitor, I finally discovered the name of this beautiful rose: Laure Davoust

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.

William Blake