Butterflies, Flowers and Plundering

The Sick Rose , by William Blake

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.

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O Rose
 invisible worm.
That flies
In the  storm:

thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And  dark  love
Does  destroy.

The Sick Rose, plunder by Catherine Aubert (Butterfly Vortex)