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 O'Roughley 5/17/2001
3. Tom At Cruachan 1/13/2003
4. The Poet Pleads With The Elemental Powers 5/17/2001
5. The Three Monuments 5/17/2001
6. The New Faces 5/17/2001
7. The Statesman's Holiday 5/17/2001
8. The Gift Of Harun Al-Rashid 5/17/2001
9. The Travail Of Passion 5/17/2001
10. The Seven Sages 5/17/2001
11. The Three Hermits 5/17/2001
12. The Spirit Medium 5/17/2001
13. The Results Of Thought 5/17/2001
14. Two Songs Rewritten For The Tune's Sake 5/17/2001
15. Veronica's Napkin 5/17/2001
16. 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
17. The Mountain Tomb 5/17/2001
18. The Wanderings Of Oisin: Book Iii 1/3/2003
19. The Three Beggars 12/31/2002
20. Three Songs To The Same Tune 5/17/2001
21. Under The Round Tower 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 Ii 1/3/2003
24. The People 5/17/2001
25. Under Saturn 5/17/2001
26. The Lover Speaks To The Hearers Of His Songs In Coming Days 5/17/2001
27. The Old Age Of Queen Maeve 5/17/2001
28. Vacilliation 5/17/2001
29. The Nineteenth Century And After 5/17/2001
30. The Realists 5/17/2001
31. The Indian To His Love 5/17/2001
32. To Songs Of A Fool 5/17/2001
33. The Valley Of The Black Pig 1/3/2003
34. The Happy Townland 5/17/2001
35. The Moods 5/17/2001
36. The Valleys Of The Black Pig 5/17/2001
37. The Grey Rock 1/13/2003
38. The Hour Before Dawn 5/17/2001
39. The Ragged Wood 5/17/2001
40. The Lady's Third Song 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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Consolation

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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