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. Two Songs Rewritten For The Tune's Sake 5/17/2001
3. The Three Monuments 5/17/2001
4. The Statesman's Holiday 5/17/2001
5. The Death of Cuchulain 6/13/2015
6. To A Wealthy Man Who Promised A Second Subscription To The Dublin Municipal Gallery If It Were 1/1/2004
7. The Poet Pleads With The Elemental Powers 5/17/2001
8. Veronica's Napkin 5/17/2001
9. Tom O'Roughley 5/17/2001
10. The Happy Townland 5/17/2001
11. Under Saturn 5/17/2001
12. The Gift Of Harun Al-Rashid 5/17/2001
13. The Seven Sages 5/17/2001
14. The Three Hermits 5/17/2001
15. The Spirit Medium 5/17/2001
16. The Results Of Thought 5/17/2001
17. Those Images 5/17/2001
18. The Lover Speaks To The Hearers Of His Songs In Coming Days 5/17/2001
19. Three Songs To The Same Tune 5/17/2001
20. The Wanderings Of Oisin: Book Iii 1/3/2003
21. The Three Beggars 12/31/2002
22. The Spur 5/17/2001
23. The Valleys Of The Black Pig 5/17/2001
24. The Grey Rock 1/13/2003
25. Upon A Dying Lady 5/17/2001
26. To A Shade 5/17/2001
27. Under The Round Tower 5/17/2001
28. To A Poet, Who Would Have Me Praise Certain Bad Poets, Imitators Of His And Mine 5/17/2001
29. The Wanderings Of Oisin: Book Ii 1/3/2003
30. Towards Break Of Day 5/17/2001
31. 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
32. The Ragged Wood 5/17/2001
33. The Old Age Of Queen Maeve 5/17/2001
34. The Travail Of Passion 5/17/2001
35. To Dorothy Wellesley 5/17/2001
36. These Are The Clouds 5/17/2001
37. The Rose Tree 5/17/2001
38. The Mountain Tomb 5/17/2001
39. The Peacock 1/13/2003
40. The Two Kings 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

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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