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. pAojAeIkDnEZKwb6x5Aiw7+X9W8B25LJ8xKZG3JXuNowVLqxQirrENuvAUsunKtX