The Sick Rose (by William Blake 1757-1827)
Wednesday, December 12th, 2007O 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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So the question is: What is “the invisible worm that flies in the night”?