A poet to his beloved: William Butler Yeats

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June 13th, 1865…

A poet to his beloved

    I bring you with reverent hands
    The books of my numberless dreams;
    White woman that passion has worn
    As the tide wears the dove-gray sands,
    And with heart more old than the horn
    That is brimmed from the pale fire of time:
    White woman without numberless dreams
    I bring you my passionate rhyme.

William Butler Yeats

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