my pretty rose tree-outside reading

My Pretty Rose Tree: William Blake

 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.

I chose this poem because it reminds of Orual. Orual never took the time to look beyond her jealousy she had for her sister. She is too busy looking at what she doesn’t have that she doesn’t realize what she does have. She is so jealous that her sister has a husband that she fails to realize she too had her own palace because she became the Queen. She was too jealous of her sister’s life that she forgot to live her own until she got old. By that time she was too late to even find love. I think it is sad how she lived her life. It is sad that people let jealousy consume their lives. Orual taught one big lesson: jealousy is an ugly thing!