... Poem Poem You are lovely like a rose, which blooms to get trample. Red, white, purple are not the colours destined for you, You are destined to bloom as black, weathering fast,
Tired with the hail, storm and wind,
You were never offered a garden; you did not have a keeper.
Yet you will fall asleep some day in the Garden of Eden.
The only fortunate day in the almanac of the unfortunate, washed with the crimson moon
Drenched with the white light, you will get the colour of your dream,
That shall last forever, forever shall it redeem.
The poem “The Sick Rose” by William Blake was written to counter-discourse the content of the poem of ‘Song of Innocence’ named “Blossom”. “The Sick Rose” by W...