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 plowman, splashing the wintry mold,
Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.

Quotation #48580

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The Wind Among the Reeds [1899], The Lover Tells of the Rose in His Heart, st. 1