Friday 22 July 2011

THE SICK ROSE

by: William Blake (1757-1827)
      ROSE, thou art sick!
      The invisible worm,
      That flies in the night,
      In the howling storm,
       
      Has found out thy bed
      Of crimson joy;
      And his dark secret love
      Does thy life destroy.
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