(Long lost missing 3rd and 4th stanzas)
O Rose, thou art sick;
The invisible worm
That flies in the night
Through the howling storm:
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy;
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
But in passages deep,
Neath earthen sky
All things come to rot
Maggots to Fly:
And so in decay
The worm finds it's way;
And his darkness at last
Finds it's red day.
The invisible worm
That flies in the night
Through the howling storm:
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy;
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
But in passages deep,
Neath earthen sky
All things come to rot
Maggots to Fly:
And so in decay
The worm finds it's way;
And his darkness at last
Finds it's red day.
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