"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 his dark secret love
Doth life destroy"
(Wm. Blake)
Oh fallen star of wormwood grace
Grant me the smile of Janus face
Give me a twin identity
A false integrity
To my city set upon the hill
With a godlike view at my own will
Give me the cure for the world
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
Doth life destroy"
(Wm. Blake)
Oh fallen star of wormwood grace
Grant me the smile of Janus face
Give me a twin identity
A false integrity
To my city set upon the hill
With a godlike view at my own will
Give me the cure for the world