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.
When someone recently asked me to cite some examples of occult music, I advised him to visit any large record shop, then find the category occupying the smallest section. So the guy does, and reports a few days later that it was under the heading of "Miscellaneous Nostalgia."