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. 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
3. Tom O'Roughley 5/17/2001
4. The Three Monuments 5/17/2001
5. Three Songs To The Same Tune 5/17/2001
6. Two Songs Rewritten For The Tune's Sake 5/17/2001
7. The Spur 5/17/2001
8. Tom At Cruachan 1/13/2003
9. To A Wealthy Man Who Promised A Second Subscription To The Dublin Municipal Gallery If It Were 1/1/2004
10. Two Songs Of A Fool 1/3/2003
11. The Old Age Of Queen Maeve 5/17/2001
12. The Travail Of Passion 5/17/2001
13. The Seven Sages 5/17/2001
14. The Happy Townland 5/17/2001
15. To A Squirrel At Kyle-Na-No 1/13/2003
16. The Spirit Medium 5/17/2001
17. The Wanderings Of Oisin: Book Ii 1/3/2003
18. The Statesman's Holiday 5/17/2001
19. The Poet Pleads With The Elemental Powers 5/17/2001
20. The Lady's Second Song 5/17/2001
21. The Gift Of Harun Al-Rashid 5/17/2001
22. To Dorothy Wellesley 5/17/2001
23. The Realists 5/17/2001
24. The Three Hermits 5/17/2001
25. Those Images 5/17/2001
26. The Three Beggars 12/31/2002
27. The Wanderings Of Oisin: Book I 1/3/2003
28. The Unappeasable Host 5/17/2001
29. The Two Kings 5/17/2001
30. The Statues 5/17/2001
31. The Wanderings Of Oisin: Book Iii 1/3/2003
32. The Valley Of The Black Pig 1/3/2003
33. The Moods 5/17/2001
34. The Results Of Thought 5/17/2001
35. The Valleys Of The Black Pig 5/17/2001
36. The Lady's Third Song 5/17/2001
37. The People 5/17/2001
38. The Wild Old Wicked Man 5/17/2001
39. Veronica's Napkin 5/17/2001
40. The Mountain Tomb 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

Her Anxiety

Earth in beauty dressed
Awaits returning spring.
All true love must die,
Alter at the best
Into some lesser thing.
Prove that I lie.

Such body lovers have,
Such exacting breath,
That they touch or sigh.
Every touch they give,
Love is nearer death.
Prove that I lie.

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