THE SICK ROSE

THE SICK ROSEO rose, thou art sick!The invisible worm,That flies in the night,In the howling storm,Has found out thy bedOf crimson joy,And his dark secret loveDoes thy life destroy.Illustration:

O rose, thou art sick!The invisible worm,That flies in the night,In the howling storm,

Has found out thy bedOf crimson joy,And his dark secret loveDoes thy life destroy.

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