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The Sick Rose 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.

 

  he  ro            ill   B ake

 Rose,      art      

The                worm
in the night,
             howling,

out
Of             joy,
                his love
          thy life  .