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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YEATS
Oh no no nono this poem was written for me. -
I hope someone writes for me one day when the tide has worn my dove-grey sands!
Lovely (swoon) -
awww *melts into puddle*
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OHHHH thank you William, thank you
I don't really know what to say............ you wrote this for me didn't you?
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