
"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."
My day off: done some gardening (unusual behaviour!), now sitting in the shade out of the sun ??️? with a light lunch, some Blake poetry and Bowie's Hunky Dory.
I have to admit that my choice of reading was influenced by an excellent #BookmarkMatching opportunity???