William Blake

(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

The Sick Rose - Poem by 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.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 10, 2001

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 10, 2001


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