A Poet To His Beloved....

[Zain]

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.

[Zindagi]

nice...................

[*jamshed*]