O 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.
Songs of Innocence and of Experience · William Blake
Songs of Innocence and of Experience · William Blake
O 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.