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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO-MORROW IS MY BIRTHDAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS PARIS IN SPRING by SARA TEASDALE THE BROKEN WATER WHEEL by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM FEATHERS ON THE GRASS by LAURA FRANCES ALEXANDER PHAENOMENA: WHEN JUSTICE DWELT ON EARTH by ARATUS POET'S CORNER by ALFRED AUSTIN |