Posts Tagged ‘Poetry’

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.

William Blake 1757-1827

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So the question is: What is “the invisible worm that flies in the night”?

Fleas

Adam
Had ‘em.

(Anon.)