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- A POET TO HIS BELOVED
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- 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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