The Sick Rose

The Sick Rose 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. — William Blake, more Complete Poems This poem is offered as part of our May theme: Heroes & Villains T.S.... Continue Reading →

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