Fingermarks - Gallery 2 / The Sick Rose
Stephen Wey
18/09/2005

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The Sick Rose

The Sick Rose

Oh 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 with his dark secret love, does thy life destroy.

William Blake