The Lover Tells Of The Rose In His Heart

The Lover Tells Of The Rose In His Heart

The Lover Tells Of The Rose In His Heart

ALL things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old,

The cry of a child by the roadway, the cre藏书网ak 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, re-made, like a casket of gold

For my dreams of your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.