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.
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POETWilliam Blake 1757–1827

POET’S REGIONEngland

SCHOOL / PERIODRomantic

SUBJECTSDeath, Trees & Flowers, Relationships, Nature, Love, Living, Classic Love, Desire, Break-ups & Vexed Love, Heartache & Loss

POETIC TERMS Rhymed Stanza

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2 thoughts on “The Sick Rose”

  1. An extra-ordinary poem from an extra-ordinary man! Your link to his bio. on the poetry foundation site was very interesting, Thank you for this post and the later ones on Blake.

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