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. The Statesman's Holiday 5/17/2001
4. The Three Monuments 5/17/2001
5. Tom At Cruachan 1/13/2003
6. Tom O'Roughley 5/17/2001
7. Three Songs To The Same Tune 5/17/2001
8. The Three Beggars 12/31/2002
9. To A Wealthy Man Who Promised A Second Subscription To The Dublin Municipal Gallery If It Were 1/1/2004
10. The Gift Of Harun Al-Rashid 5/17/2001
11. The Travail Of Passion 5/17/2001
12. Veronica's Napkin 5/17/2001
13. The Wanderings Of Oisin: Book Iii 1/3/2003
14. Two Songs Rewritten For The Tune's Sake 5/17/2001
15. The Spur 5/17/2001
16. The Happy Townland 5/17/2001
17. The Valleys Of The Black Pig 5/17/2001
18. To A Squirrel At Kyle-Na-No 1/13/2003
19. The Wanderings Of Oisin: Book Ii 1/3/2003
20. The Spirit Medium 5/17/2001
21. The Poet Pleads With The Elemental Powers 5/17/2001
22. Two Songs Of A Fool 1/3/2003
23. These Are The Clouds 5/17/2001
24. The Seven Sages 5/17/2001
25. The Three Hermits 5/17/2001
26. The Realists 5/17/2001
27. The Lover Speaks To The Hearers Of His Songs In Coming Days 5/17/2001
28. The Mountain Tomb 5/17/2001
29. The Valley Of The Black Pig 1/3/2003
30. The Results Of Thought 5/17/2001
31. The Hour Before Dawn 5/17/2001
32. The Ragged Wood 5/17/2001
33. The Old Age Of Queen Maeve 5/17/2001
34. Upon A Dying Lady 5/17/2001
35. The New Faces 5/17/2001
36. Under The Round Tower 5/17/2001
37. Those Images 5/17/2001
38. The Moods 5/17/2001
39. Under Saturn 5/17/2001
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.

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An Acre Of Grass

PICTURE and book remain,
An acre of green grass
For air and exercise,
Now strength of body goes;
Midnight, an old house
Where nothing stirs but a mouse.

My temptation is quiet.
Here at life's end

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