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.
Songs of Experience, The Sick Rose Quotes
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.