Midnight Roses

‘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 

Painting of roses in a vase.

Unframed.