Dark Secret Love
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.
-William Blake (1757-1827),
The Sick Rose
,
from Songs of Experience
images © 1999 by Randy Wang
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