Poem William Blake

The Sick Rose

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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.
23 0 February 3, 2024
To Tirzah
The Angel

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