Blossoms a Rose

blossoms a rose 
All things uncomely
All things are broken
All things seem worn out and old
With heavy steps the ploughman 
Splashing the wintery mould
Wronging your image that blossoms a rose

All things unshapely 
Have a wrong too great to be told
I long them being remade and built anew
Remade the earth and water
Remade the earth and sky
I dream of your image that blossoms a rose
In the deeps of my heart