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The Sick Rose

by William Blake, 1794

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.

Published in Songs of Innocence and of Experience
Tags: illness

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