The Sick Rose. Hand-coloured print, issued c.1826. A copy held by the Fitzwilliam Museum, Cambridge [1] " The Sick Rose " is a poem by William Blake, originally published in Songs of Innocence and of Experience as the 39th plate; the incipit of the poem is O Rose thou art sick. Blake composed the poem sometime after 1789, and presented it with.. by: William Blake (1757-1827) 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.
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William Blake. The Sick Rose. O Rose, thou art sick! The invisible worm . That flies in the night, In the howling storm,.. 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.
