Poem – 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.