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1865–1939

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-gray 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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