A PITY beyond all telling <br />Is hid in the heart of love: <br />The folk who are buying and selling, <br />The clouds on their journey above, <br />The cold wet winds ever blowing, <br />And the shadowy hazel grove <br />Where mouse-grey waters are flowing, <br />Threaten the head that I love.<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-pity-of-love/
