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. Tom At Cruachan 1/13/2003
3. Two Songs Rewritten For The Tune's Sake 5/17/2001
4. The Three Monuments 5/17/2001
5. The Three Beggars 12/31/2002
6. To Be Carved On A Stone At Ballylee 1/3/2003
7. The Statesman's Holiday 5/17/2001
8. To A Wealthy Man Who Promised A Second Subscription To The Dublin Municipal Gallery If It Were 1/1/2004
9. The Mountain Tomb 5/17/2001
10. The Shadowy Waters: Introductory Lines 1/13/2003
11. The New Faces 5/17/2001
12. The Happy Townland 5/17/2001
13. The Seven Sages 5/17/2001
14. 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
15. Three Songs To The Same Tune 5/17/2001
16. The Old Age Of Queen Maeve 5/17/2001
17. The Shadowy Waters: The Harp Of Aengus 1/13/2003
18. The Realists 5/17/2001
19. Veronica's Napkin 5/17/2001
20. The Two Kings 5/17/2001
21. The Peacock 1/13/2003
22. Tom O'Roughley 5/17/2001
23. The Wanderings Of Oisin: Book Iii 1/3/2003
24. The Moods 5/17/2001
25. To A Squirrel At Kyle-Na-No 1/13/2003
26. The Grey Rock 1/13/2003
27. The Shadowy Waters 5/17/2001
28. To A Shade 5/17/2001
29. Under The Round Tower 5/17/2001
30. To A Poet, Who Would Have Me Praise Certain Bad Poets, Imitators Of His And Mine 5/17/2001
31. The Wanderings Of Oisin: Book Ii 1/3/2003
32. The Spirit Medium 5/17/2001
33. The Spur 5/17/2001
34. The Nineteenth Century And After 5/17/2001
35. The Unappeasable Host 5/17/2001
36. The Statues 5/17/2001
37. The Poet Pleads With The Elemental Powers 5/17/2001
38. The People 5/17/2001
39. The Valley Of The Black Pig 1/3/2003
40. The Ragged Wood 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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