William Butler Yeats

[W.B. Yeats] (13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939 / County Dublin / Ireland)

William Butler Yeats Poems

1. Tom At Cruachan 1/13/2003
2. To A Wealthy Man Who Promised A Second Subscription To The Dublin Municipal Gallery If It Were 1/1/2004
3. Two Songs Rewritten For The Tune's Sake 5/17/2001
4. The Results Of Thought 5/17/2001
5. Three Songs To The Same Tune 5/17/2001
6. Tom O'Roughley 5/17/2001
7. The Happy Townland 5/17/2001
8. The Spirit Medium 5/17/2001
9. Two Songs Of A Fool 1/3/2003
10. Under Saturn 5/17/2001
11. The Statesman's Holiday 5/17/2001
12. To Songs Of A Fool 5/17/2001
13. Veronica's Napkin 5/17/2001
14. The Death of Cuchulain 6/13/2015
15. The New Faces 5/17/2001
16. The Three Monuments 5/17/2001
17. The Three Beggars 12/31/2002
18. The People 5/17/2001
19. The Spur 5/17/2001
20. These Are The Clouds 5/17/2001
21. The Realists 5/17/2001
22. The Lover Speaks To The Hearers Of His Songs In Coming Days 5/17/2001
23. 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
24. The Lady's Third Song 5/17/2001
25. The Old Age Of Queen Maeve 5/17/2001
26. Upon A Dying Lady 5/17/2001
27. The Nineteenth Century And After 5/17/2001
28. The Three Hermits 5/17/2001
29. Under The Round Tower 5/17/2001
30. Those Images 5/17/2001
31. The Wanderings Of Oisin: Book Ii 1/3/2003
32. The Mountain Tomb 5/17/2001
33. The Ragged Wood 5/17/2001
34. The Gift Of Harun Al-Rashid 5/17/2001
35. Vacilliation 5/17/2001
36. To Dorothy Wellesley 5/17/2001
37. The Indian Upon God 5/17/2001
38. The Valleys Of The Black Pig 5/17/2001
39. To A Squirrel At Kyle-Na-No 1/13/2003
40. The Sad Shepherd 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

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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