To be spoken aloud or in the heart
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smokingbootA 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 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.
W.B. 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.
W.B. Yeats
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