Aedh Tells Of The Rose In His Heart

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Title:     Aedh Tells Of The Rose In His Heart
Author: William Butler Yeats [More Titles by Yeats]

All things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old,
The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart,
The heavy steps of the ploughman, splashing the wintry mould,
Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.

The wrong of unshapely things is a wrong too great to be told;
I hunger to build them anew and sit on a green knoll apart,
With the earth and the sky and the water, remade, like a casket of gold
For my dreams of your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.

[The end]
William Butler Yeats's poem: Aedh Tells Of The Rose In His Heart

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