O Rose, thou art sick!
The invisible
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,
Has found out thy
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret
Does thy life destroy.
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William Blake (28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827) was an English poet, painter, and printmaker. Largely unrecognised during his lifetime, Blake …
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