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.
A Poet to His Beloved - meaning Summary
Offering Inner Life as Gift
A speaker addresses a beloved, presenting his inner life—books of dreams and passionate verse—as a solemn gift. The beloved is idealized and described in pale, tide-worn imagery that suggests both fragility and endurance. The poem frames artistic creation as devotion: the poet offers works shaped by long feeling and time’s influence, asking the beloved to receive not only love but the total imaginative legacy he carries.
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