The Lover Tells of the Rose in His Heart (by W.B. Yeats)
Yeats [by George Charles Beresford, 1911]
The Lover tells of the Rose in his Heart
by William Butler Yeats
from The Wind Among the Reeds (1899)
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.
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Posted by Jesus Crisis at 1/13/2011 11:48 AM 
Categories: British, Poetry, Irish, Yeats (William Butler), 1800s
Tags: William Butler Yeats WB Yeats British Literature British Poetry Irish Literature Irish Poetry 1899 The Wind Among the Reeds
Categories: British, Poetry, Irish, Yeats (William Butler), 1800s
Tags: William Butler Yeats WB Yeats British Literature British Poetry Irish Literature Irish Poetry 1899 The Wind Among the Reeds
A beautiful poem about roses in the heart.
Sometimes these roses have thorns, however.
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There's a song by Poison: "Every Rose Has Its Thorn." Probably on You Tube....
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