O Rose, thou art sick! <br /> The invisible worm <br /> That flies in the night, <br /> In the howling storm, <br /> <br /> Has found out thy bed <br /> Of crimson joy: <br /> And his dark secret love <br /> Does thy life destroy.<br /><br />William Blake<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sick-rose-3/
