William Butler Yeats

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

William Butler Yeats Poems

1. The Death of Cuchulain 6/13/2015
2. The Statesman's Holiday 5/17/2001
3. To A Wealthy Man Who Promised A Second Subscription To The Dublin Municipal Gallery If It Were 1/1/2004
4. The Poet Pleads With The Elemental Powers 5/17/2001
5. The Three Monuments 5/17/2001
6. 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
7. Three Songs To The Same Tune 5/17/2001
8. The Spur 5/17/2001
9. The Spirit Medium 5/17/2001
10. Tom At Cruachan 1/13/2003
11. Two Songs Rewritten For The Tune's Sake 5/17/2001
12. The Results Of Thought 5/17/2001
13. To Songs Of A Fool 5/17/2001
14. The Lover Speaks To The Hearers Of His Songs In Coming Days 5/17/2001
15. The Three Beggars 12/31/2002
16. The Valleys Of The Black Pig 5/17/2001
17. Tom O'Roughley 5/17/2001
18. To A Poet, Who Would Have Me Praise Certain Bad Poets, Imitators Of His And Mine 5/17/2001
19. Towards Break Of Day 5/17/2001
20. Veronica's Napkin 5/17/2001
21. To Dorothy Wellesley 5/17/2001
22. Vacilliation 5/17/2001
23. The Nineteenth Century And After 5/17/2001
24. The Three Hermits 5/17/2001
25. The Indian To His Love 5/17/2001
26. Under The Round Tower 5/17/2001
27. The Wanderings Of Oisin: Book Iii 1/3/2003
28. The Lover Asks Forgiveness Because Of His Many Moods 5/17/2001
29. The Moods 5/17/2001
30. The Travail Of Passion 5/17/2001
31. The Mountain Tomb 5/17/2001
32. Those Images 5/17/2001
33. The People 5/17/2001
34. Two Songs Of A Fool 1/3/2003
35. Under Saturn 5/17/2001
36. The Lady's Second Song 5/17/2001
37. The Gift Of Harun Al-Rashid 5/17/2001
38. The Grey Rock 1/13/2003
39. The Shadowy Waters: The Harp Of Aengus 1/13/2003
40. To A Shade 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.

Read the full of When You Are Old

Consolation

O but there is wisdom
In what the sages said;
But stretch that body for a while
And lay down that head
Till I have told the sages
Where man is comforted.

How could passion run so deep
Had I never thought
That the crime of being born
Blackens all our lot?
But where the crime's committed
The crime can be forgot.

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