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 Shadowy Waters: Introductory Lines 1/13/2003
5. The Three Beggars 12/31/2002
6. Tom At Cruachan 1/13/2003
7. The New Faces 5/17/2001
8. The Poet Pleads With The Elemental Powers 5/17/2001
9. The Lover Speaks To The Hearers Of His Songs In Coming Days 5/17/2001
10. Three Songs To The Same Tune 5/17/2001
11. To Be Carved On A Stone At Ballylee 1/3/2003
12. Two Songs Rewritten For The Tune's Sake 5/17/2001
13. To Dorothy Wellesley 5/17/2001
14. The Statesman's Holiday 5/17/2001
15. The Spirit Medium 5/17/2001
16. The Seven Sages 5/17/2001
17. Under The Round Tower 5/17/2001
18. To A Wealthy Man Who Promised A Second Subscription To The Dublin Municipal Gallery If It Were 1/1/2004
19. To Songs Of A Fool 5/17/2001
20. Two Songs Of A Fool 1/3/2003
21. The Gift Of Harun Al-Rashid 5/17/2001
22. The Nineteenth Century And After 5/17/2001
23. The Three Hermits 5/17/2001
24. Those Images 5/17/2001
25. The Two Kings 5/17/2001
26. The Wanderings Of Oisin: Book Iii 1/3/2003
27. The Three Monuments 5/17/2001
28. The Moods 5/17/2001
29. The Valleys Of The Black Pig 5/17/2001
30. The Indian To His Love 5/17/2001
31. The Shadowy Waters: The Harp Of Aengus 1/13/2003
32. Vacilliation 5/17/2001
33. The Madness Of King Goll 5/17/2001
34. The Mountain Tomb 5/17/2001
35. The Travail Of Passion 5/17/2001
36. The Wanderings Of Oisin: Book I 1/3/2003
37. The Unappeasable Host 5/17/2001
38. The Lady's Third Song 5/17/2001
39. The Statues 5/17/2001
40. The Lover Asks Forgiveness Because Of His Many Moods 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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