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 Spirit Medium 5/17/2001
3. To Dorothy Wellesley 5/17/2001
4. The Shadowy Waters: The Harp Of Aengus 1/13/2003
5. Tom At Cruachan 1/13/2003
6. The Lover Speaks To The Hearers Of His Songs In Coming Days 5/17/2001
7. The Shadowy Waters: Introductory Lines 1/13/2003
8. Two Songs Rewritten For The Tune's Sake 5/17/2001
9. The Spur 5/17/2001
10. The Moods 5/17/2001
11. The Happy Townland 5/17/2001
12. The Statesman's Holiday 5/17/2001
13. The Seven Sages 5/17/2001
14. The Three Monuments 5/17/2001
15. To Songs Of A Fool 5/17/2001
16. The Gift Of Harun Al-Rashid 5/17/2001
17. The Travail Of Passion 5/17/2001
18. The Nineteenth Century And After 5/17/2001
19. Those Images 5/17/2001
20. Veronica's Napkin 5/17/2001
21. 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
22. To A Wealthy Man Who Promised A Second Subscription To The Dublin Municipal Gallery If It Were 1/1/2004
23. The Wanderings Of Oisin: Book Iii 1/3/2003
24. To Be Carved On A Stone At Ballylee 1/3/2003
25. The Grey Rock 1/13/2003
26. The Shadowy Waters 5/17/2001
27. Upon A Dying Lady 5/17/2001
28. Tom O'Roughley 5/17/2001
29. The Three Beggars 12/31/2002
30. The Results Of Thought 5/17/2001
31. Vacilliation 5/17/2001
32. The Madness Of King Goll 5/17/2001
33. Towards Break Of Day 5/17/2001
34. The Poet Pleads With The Elemental Powers 5/17/2001
35. Under Saturn 5/17/2001
36. The Lady's Second Song 5/17/2001
37. The Old Age Of Queen Maeve 5/17/2001
38. The Three Hermits 5/17/2001
39. The Indian To His Love 5/17/2001
40. The Unappeasable Host 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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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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