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 Experience
Tags: Poetry, Romantics, The Sick Rose, William Blake
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She was like this elegant pink rose Precious and fragile…
At this late stage If the shoe fits Buy it.…
Once the darkness was full we saw stars— striking frozen…