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. The Three Monuments 5/17/2001
4. 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
5. Tom O'Roughley 5/17/2001
6. The Three Beggars 12/31/2002
7. The Statesman's Holiday 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. The Poet Pleads With The Elemental Powers 5/17/2001
10. Two Songs Rewritten For The Tune's Sake 5/17/2001
11. The Lover Speaks To The Hearers Of His Songs In Coming Days 5/17/2001
12. The Indian To His Love 5/17/2001
13. The Spirit Medium 5/17/2001
14. Two Songs Of A Fool 1/3/2003
15. Three Songs To The Same Tune 5/17/2001
16. The Ragged Wood 5/17/2001
17. The Travail Of Passion 5/17/2001
18. The Three Hermits 5/17/2001
19. The Realists 5/17/2001
20. The Results Of Thought 5/17/2001
21. Those Images 5/17/2001
22. The Peacock 1/13/2003
23. The Wanderings Of Oisin: Book Iii 1/3/2003
24. The New Faces 5/17/2001
25. The Happy Townland 5/17/2001
26. The Valleys Of The Black Pig 5/17/2001
27. To A Shade 5/17/2001
28. The Wanderings Of Oisin: Book Ii 1/3/2003
29. Towards Break Of Day 5/17/2001
30. The Mountain Tomb 5/17/2001
31. The Lady's Second Song 5/17/2001
32. To Dorothy Wellesley 5/17/2001
33. The Spur 5/17/2001
34. The Wanderings Of Oisin: Book I 1/3/2003
35. Veronica's Napkin 5/17/2001
36. The Sad Shepherd 5/17/2001
37. Under The Round Tower 5/17/2001
38. The Lover Asks Forgiveness Because Of His Many Moods 5/17/2001
39. The Valley Of The Black Pig 1/3/2003
40. To A Squirrel At Kyle-Na-No 1/13/2003
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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