The Sick Rose by William Blake
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.
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.
Happy Birthday Joshua!
1 comment:
these are gorgeous!! Love seeing what you have been up to. We need to arrange another get together before summer is over! (-:
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