William Blake

(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

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.

Submitted: Thursday, May 10, 2001
Edited: Thursday, May 10, 2001

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  • Rookie Benjamin Markham (4/7/2007 6:34:00 AM)

    I love this poem, to me the rose represents england and the invisible world is the birth idustrial nation. like alot of Blakes poetry its about the beauty of the natural world (Report) Reply

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