A Origem das Espécies

ALL things uncomely and broken , all things worn out and old , <BR class=incorrect name="incorrect" <a>The</A> cry of a child by the roadway , the creak of a lumbering cart , <BR class=incorrect name="incorrect" <a>The</A> heavy steps of the ploughman , splashing the wintry mould , <BR>Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart . <BR><BR class=incorrect name="incorrect" <a>The</A> wrong of unshapely things is a wrong too great to be told ; <BR>I hunger to build them anew and sit on a green knoll apart, <BR>With the earth and the sky and the water, re-made, like a casket of gold <BR>For my dreams of your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart . <BR><BR>William Butler Yeats - The Lover Tells Of The Rose In His Heart <BR><BR>Esta belíssima canção trouxe-me à memória este poema... <BR><BR>Clarice <BR>