O rose, thou art sick!
— Let this be my last word, that I trust in thy love (@sorasouyo433) September 26, 2020
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.
出典
『無垢と経験の歌』ウィリアム・ブレイク
