British Culture · British Literature · Irish Culture · Irish Literary Renaissance · Irish Literary Revival · Irish Literature · Lyricism · Modernism · Poetry · Romanticism · Symbolism · Victorian

W. B. 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-gray 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.

W. B. Yeats, “A Poet to His Beloved,” The Wind  Among the Reeds. (Woodstock Books, 1993)  Originally published: 1899.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s