The Sick Rose
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
A rosa enferma
Rosa, estás enferma
O verme, não vemos,
Mas voa na sombra
No uivo dos ventos
Percorrendo a cama
De gozo carmim
Teu amor oculto
Te arrasta pro fim.
Cecilia Furquim
