W.B. Yeats (1865–1939). The Wind Among the Reeds. 1899.
18. A Poet to his Beloved
I
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.