A POET TO HIS BELOVED

by: William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

      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" is reprinted from The Wind Among the Reeds. W.B. Yeats. London: Elkin Mathews, 1899.

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