William Butler Yeats

[W.B. Yeats] (13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939 / County Dublin / Ireland)

William Butler Yeats Poems

1. Tom At Cruachan 1/13/2003
2. The Three Monuments 5/17/2001
3. To A Wealthy Man Who Promised A Second Subscription To The Dublin Municipal Gallery If It Were Proved The People Wanted Pictures 5/17/2001
4. The Three Beggars 12/31/2002
5. To A Wealthy Man Who Promised A Second Subscription To The Dublin Municipal Gallery If It Were 1/1/2004
6. The Mountain Tomb 5/17/2001
7. The Spirit Medium 5/17/2001
8. Under The Round Tower 5/17/2001
9. Tom O'Roughley 5/17/2001
10. The Seven Sages 5/17/2001
11. The Three Hermits 5/17/2001
12. The Realists 5/17/2001
13. Those Images 5/17/2001
14. To Songs Of A Fool 5/17/2001
15. The Two Kings 5/17/2001
16. Three Songs To The Same Tune 5/17/2001
17. The Wanderings Of Oisin: Book Iii 1/3/2003
18. The Spur 5/17/2001
19. The Happy Townland 5/17/2001
20. To A Squirrel At Kyle-Na-No 1/13/2003
21. The Results Of Thought 5/17/2001
22. The Madness Of King Goll 5/17/2001
23. The Lover Speaks To The Hearers Of His Songs In Coming Days 5/17/2001
24. The Lady's Second Song 5/17/2001
25. The Death of Cuchulain 6/13/2015
26. To Dorothy Wellesley 5/17/2001
27. Two Songs Rewritten For The Tune's Sake 5/17/2001
28. The Statesman's Holiday 5/17/2001
29. The Indian To His Love 5/17/2001
30. The Lover Asks Forgiveness Because Of His Many Moods 5/17/2001
31. Two Songs Of A Fool 1/3/2003
32. The Valleys Of The Black Pig 5/17/2001
33. The Hour Before Dawn 5/17/2001
34. Veronica's Napkin 5/17/2001
35. The New Faces 5/17/2001
36. The Peacock 1/13/2003
37. The Ragged Wood 5/17/2001
38. The Mother Of God 5/17/2001
39. The Indian Upon God 5/17/2001
40. The Nineteenth Century And After 5/17/2001
Best Poem of William Butler Yeats

When You Are Old

WHEN you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

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An Acre Of Grass

PICTURE and book remain,
An acre of green grass
For air and exercise,
Now strength of body goes;
Midnight, an old house
Where nothing stirs but a mouse.

My temptation is quiet.
Here at life's end

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