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. 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. Tom O'Roughley 5/17/2001
5. Three Songs To The Same Tune 5/17/2001
6. The Three Beggars 12/31/2002
7. The Poet Pleads With The Elemental Powers 5/17/2001
8. The Mountain Tomb 5/17/2001
9. The New Faces 5/17/2001
10. Two Songs Rewritten For The Tune's Sake 5/17/2001
11. The Statesman's Holiday 5/17/2001
12. The Three Monuments 5/17/2001
13. To A Wealthy Man Who Promised A Second Subscription To The Dublin Municipal Gallery If It Were 1/1/2004
14. The Old Age Of Queen Maeve 5/17/2001
15. The Nineteenth Century And After 5/17/2001
16. The Seven Sages 5/17/2001
17. The Three Hermits 5/17/2001
18. The Realists 5/17/2001
19. The Spirit Medium 5/17/2001
20. The Results Of Thought 5/17/2001
21. Veronica's Napkin 5/17/2001
22. The Peacock 1/13/2003
23. The Wanderings Of Oisin: Book Iii 1/3/2003
24. The Valleys Of The Black Pig 5/17/2001
25. To A Squirrel At Kyle-Na-No 1/13/2003
26. Under The Round Tower 5/17/2001
27. To A Poet, Who Would Have Me Praise Certain Bad Poets, Imitators Of His And Mine 5/17/2001
28. The Wanderings Of Oisin: Book Ii 1/3/2003
29. Towards Break Of Day 5/17/2001
30. The Lady's Second Song 5/17/2001
31. The Ragged Wood 5/17/2001
32. To Dorothy Wellesley 5/17/2001
33. The Spur 5/17/2001
34. Those Images 5/17/2001
35. The Unappeasable Host 5/17/2001
36. The Lover Speaks To The Hearers Of His Songs In Coming Days 5/17/2001
37. The Statues 5/17/2001
38. The People 5/17/2001
39. Two Songs Of A Fool 1/3/2003
40. The Grey Rock 1/13/2003
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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