A POET TO HIS BELOVED - WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS - JANJI SATU UJIAN
JANJI SATU UJIAN

A POET TO HIS BELOVED - WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

JANJI SATU UJIAN


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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