Poem: The Lover Tells of the Rose in his Heart
Another beautiful poem by the great Sir William Butler Yeats:
The Lover Tells of the Rose in his Heart
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, re-made, like a casket of gold
For my dreams of your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.
The last line just squeezes my heart. He does have a way with words...
Comments
-->"I hunger to build them anew"
-->"With the earth and the sky and the water, re-made, like a casket of gold"
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