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.
病玫瑰
玫瑰啊，你病了。
那飞虫隐着身体
飞在黑夜
呼啸的风暴里
找到你的床
铺着绯红喜悦，
而他阴暗隐秘的爱恋
在把你的生命摧毁。
