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. Poetry

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