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Yeats, A 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
Wear the dove-gray sands, And with heart
more Than The old horn
brimmed That Is From The blade of fire time: White woman with numberless
dreams, I Bring You
my passionate rhyme.

The Wind Among the Reeds , 1899.

I bring my eager hands
The books of my numberless dreams, White woman
that passion has worn As the tide
exhausts its bearings the gray sands
Whose heart is older than the horn
Overflowing pale flames of time dt:
White lady with dreams without number, I bring you my verses
filled with passion.

William Butler Yeats, The Wind in the reeds.