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Yeats,
William Butler
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 Email Poem
A Poet To His Beloved
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Written by:
William Butler
Yeats
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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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