A Poet to His Beloved by William Butler Yeats
We read The Camel Bookmobile for Storyslingers, and this poem was referenced therein. I was chagrinned that I’d not posted this one before, but also glad that I get a chance to now.
A Poet to His Beloved
By 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.
