The sick rose

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

Love's secret

Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind doth move
Silently, invisibly.

I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart,
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears.
Ah! she did depart!

Soon after she was gone from me,
A traveller came by,
Silently, invisibly:
He took her with a sigh.

- William Blake

William Blake

William Blake föddes 28 november år 1757 i London. Han var en poetm mystiker, konstnär och publicist. Han föddes i medelklassfamilj och redan tidigt visade han talang. Han dog 12 augusti år 1827.

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