The Sick Rose
William Blake
19 Aug 2003
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.
... Studied this in first year Uni. Is held up as one of the most potent short poems ever. There is easily enough imagery here for a 3+ page essay...
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