Happy Valentine's Day!

The Rose in the Deeps of his Heart
by William Butler Yeats

All things uncomely and broken,
all things worn out and old,
The cry of a child by a 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 to 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.