The Sick Rose 病玫瑰

--William Blake 威廉.布莱克

O Rose, thou art sick! 噢玫瑰，你病了!

The invisible worm, 那无形的飞虫

That flies in the night, 乘着黑夜飞来了

In the howling storm, 在风暴呼号中。

Has found out thy bed 找到了你的床

Of crimson joy; 钻进红色的欢欣;

And his dark secret love 他的黑暗而隐秘的爱

Does thy life destroy. 毁了你的生命。