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.

(C) William Blake
01/01/2000


Best Poems of William Blake

• The Marriage Of Heaven And Hell
• Auguries Of Innocence
• The Lily
• Love And Harmony
• The Tyger
• Loves Secret
• To Winter
• Infant Joy
• The Fairy
• Why Was Cupid A Boy
• To The Muses
• To Spring
• A Dream
• To See
• The School Boy
• A Song
• Jerusalem
• To Morning
• Samson