White woman with numberless dreams,
The tales woven with soft silken thread

I bring you careful and with rever’nt hands,
The books of my countless strange loving plans,

White woman passion that was there not before,
Tide wears its shall’w bed in that sandy shore,

With a heart more old than the horn sound’d past,
And those dreams brimmed with pale fire so vast:

White woman of sweet dreams and countless time,
I bring you my heart and passionate rhyme.