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. :: :: ::
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. :: :: ::