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. The Statesman's Holiday 5/17/2001
6. The New Faces 5/17/2001
7. Two Songs Rewritten For The Tune's Sake 5/17/2001
8. Three Songs To The Same Tune 5/17/2001
9. The Shadowy Waters: Introductory Lines 1/13/2003
10. The Three Beggars 12/31/2002
11. The Moods 5/17/2001
12. The Seven Sages 5/17/2001
13. Under The Round Tower 5/17/2001
14. To Songs Of A Fool 5/17/2001
15. The Poet Pleads With The Elemental Powers 5/17/2001
16. To Be Carved On A Stone At Ballylee 1/3/2003
17. The Travail Of Passion 5/17/2001
18. The Nineteenth Century And After 5/17/2001
19. The Realists 5/17/2001
20. The Three Hermits 5/17/2001
21. Those Images 5/17/2001
22. Veronica's Napkin 5/17/2001
23. The Two Kings 5/17/2001
24. The Peacock 1/13/2003
25. To A Wealthy Man Who Promised A Second Subscription To The Dublin Municipal Gallery If It Were 1/1/2004
26. The Wanderings Of Oisin: Book Iii 1/3/2003
27. The People 5/17/2001
28. The Spur 5/17/2001
29. The Three Monuments 5/17/2001
30. The Valleys Of The Black Pig 5/17/2001
31. To A Squirrel At Kyle-Na-No 1/13/2003
32. The Shadowy Waters: The Harp Of Aengus 1/13/2003
33. Vacilliation 5/17/2001
34. To A Poet, Who Would Have Me Praise Certain Bad Poets, Imitators Of His And Mine 5/17/2001
35. The Wanderings Of Oisin: Book Ii 1/3/2003
36. The Madness Of King Goll 5/17/2001
37. To Dorothy Wellesley 5/17/2001
38. Under Saturn 5/17/2001
39. The Gift Of Harun Al-Rashid 5/17/2001
40. These Are The Clouds 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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A Faery Song

i{Sung by the people of Faery over Diarmuid and Grania,}
i{in their bridal sleep under a Cromlech.}

WE who are old, old and gay,
O so old!
Thousands of years, thousands of years,
If all were told:
Give to these children, new from the world,
Silence and love;

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