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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.
—by William Blake, for more see William Blake: The Complete Illuminated Books
“The Sick Rose” Original Illustration, by William Blake
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