A Poet to His Beloved
I bring you with reverent handsThe books of my numberless dreams;White woman that passion has wornAs the tide wears the dove-gray sands,And with heart more old than the hornThat is brimmed from the pale fire of time:White woman with numberless dreamsI bring you my passionate rhyme.
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