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. Two Songs Rewritten For The Tune's Sake 5/17/2001
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. The Shadowy Waters: Introductory Lines 1/13/2003
5. To Be Carved On A Stone At Ballylee 1/3/2003
6. The Three Monuments 5/17/2001
7. Under The Round Tower 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. Tom O'Roughley 5/17/2001
10. The Nineteenth Century And After 5/17/2001
11. Tom At Cruachan 1/13/2003
12. The Poet Pleads With The Elemental Powers 5/17/2001
13. The Happy Townland 5/17/2001
14. The Valleys Of The Black Pig 5/17/2001
15. The Spirit Medium 5/17/2001
16. The Shadowy Waters 5/17/2001
17. The Three Beggars 12/31/2002
18. The Madness Of King Goll 5/17/2001
19. Under Saturn 5/17/2001
20. Veronica's Napkin 5/17/2001
21. The Lady's Second Song 5/17/2001
22. The Gift Of Harun Al-Rashid 5/17/2001
23. To Dorothy Wellesley 5/17/2001
24. The Shadowy Waters: The Harp Of Aengus 1/13/2003
25. These Are The Clouds 5/17/2001
26. The Statesman's Holiday 5/17/2001
27. Three Songs To The Same Tune 5/17/2001
28. The Seven Sages 5/17/2001
29. The Unappeasable Host 5/17/2001
30. The Sad Shepherd 5/17/2001
31. The Two Kings 5/17/2001
32. When Helen Lived 5/17/2001
33. The Spur 5/17/2001
34. The Valley Of The Black Pig 1/3/2003
35. The Pilgrim 5/17/2001
36. The Ragged Wood 5/17/2001
37. The Old Age Of Queen Maeve 5/17/2001
38. The Lover Speaks To The Hearers Of His Songs In Coming Days 5/17/2001
39. The Mountain Tomb 5/17/2001
40. The Three Hermits 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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