A POET TO HIS BELOVED - 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.

A POET TO HIS BELOVED - WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS A POET TO HIS BELOVED - WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS Reviewed by Ray FL on Monday, January 11, 2016 Rating: 5
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