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.
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.