If you have dreams of earthly love
Resolve to crush them now
If you have thoughts that mark your mind
As different somehow
Prepare your heart to hide its hopes
And chant my mindless song
For if I knew what you desired
You'd not desire for long
For centuries my changeless mind
Has rotted in my head
My hands are like the yellow rose
My passions like the red
I will not change, but with my fire
And iron I'll alter you
I am the medieval mind
And all I say is true
"Oh 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" (William Blake)
Resolve to crush them now
If you have thoughts that mark your mind
As different somehow
Prepare your heart to hide its hopes
And chant my mindless song
For if I knew what you desired
You'd not desire for long
For centuries my changeless mind
Has rotted in my head
My hands are like the yellow rose
My passions like the red
I will not change, but with my fire
And iron I'll alter you
I am the medieval mind
And all I say is true
"Oh 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" (William Blake)