William Butler Yeats

(13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939 / County Dublin / Ireland)

A Poet To His Beloved

Poem 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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  • Ratnakar Mandlik (9/24/2019 9:55:00 PM)

    The intimacy and tenderness with which the poet presents dreams to his beloved is mind blowing.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 15, 2001

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 15, 2001


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