Monday, 9 July 2012




                                                 
                                                             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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