{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/eng/sie/sie35.htm","path":"neu/eng/sie/sie35.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/eng/sie/sie35.htm","text":"Songs of Innocence and of Experience, by William Blake, [1789-1794]\nA flower was offerd to me:\n Such a flower as May never bore.\n But I said I've a Pretty Rose-tree,\n And I passed the sweet flower o\u2019er.\nThen I went to my Pretty Rose-tree:\n To tend her by day and by night.\n But my Rose turnd away with jealousy:\n And her thorns were my only delight.\nAh Sun-flower! weary of time,\n Who countest the steps of the Sun:\n Seeking after that sweet golden clime,\n Where the travellers journey is done.\nWhere the Youth pined away with desire,\n And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow:\n Arise from their graves and aspire,\n Where my Sun-flower wishes to go.\nThe modest Rose puts forth a thorn:\n The humble Sheep, a threatning horn:\n While the Lilly white, shall in Love delight,\n Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright.","title":"Songs of Innocence and of Experience: Songs of Experience...","type":"page"}