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.
于是我回到美丽的玫瑰树旁,日夜将她照料;可我的玫瑰妒忌地转过身去,留给我的欢愉,唯有她的刺。
— William Blake · Songs of Experience · My Pretty Rose Tree —