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
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。