ABSTRACT
https://s3-euw1-ap-pe-df-pch-content-public-p.s3.eu-west-1.amazonaws.com/9781315021355/d55f9775-4c63-4e46-867d-f4aca7f8b8a7/content/figu1_C.jpg" xmlns:xlink="https://www.w3.org/1999/xlink"/> O Rose, thou art sick! The invisible worm, That flies in the night, In the howling strom, Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy; And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy William Blake
