A Poet to His Beloved (Poem by William Butler Yeats)

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A Poet to His Beloved
By William Butler Yeats


I bring you with reverent hands
The books of my numberless dreams,
White woman that passion has worn
As the tide wears the dove-grey sands,
And with heart more old than the horn
That is brimmed from the pale fire of time:
White woman with numberless dreams,
I bring you my passionate rhyme.

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