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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 - W B Yeats / The Rose In The Deeps Of His Heart