from William Blake's Songs of Experience (1794) Oh rose, thou are 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.
from William Blake's Songs of Experience (1794) Oh rose, thou are 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.