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. To A Wealthy Man Who Promised A Second Subscription To The Dublin Municipal Gallery If It Were 1/1/2004
5. Three Songs To The Same Tune 5/17/2001
6. The Gift Of Harun Al-Rashid 5/17/2001
7. The Three Beggars 12/31/2002
8. The Nineteenth Century And After 5/17/2001
9. The Three Monuments 5/17/2001
10. Tom At Cruachan 1/13/2003
11. Those Images 5/17/2001
12. The Mountain Tomb 5/17/2001
13. The Two Kings 5/17/2001
14. Tom O'Roughley 5/17/2001
15. The Wanderings Of Oisin: Book Iii 1/3/2003
16. The People 5/17/2001
17. The Spur 5/17/2001
18. The Happy Townland 5/17/2001
19. To A Squirrel At Kyle-Na-No 1/13/2003
20. The Spirit Medium 5/17/2001
21. To A Poet, Who Would Have Me Praise Certain Bad Poets, Imitators Of His And Mine 5/17/2001
22. Two Songs Rewritten For The Tune's Sake 5/17/2001
23. Under Saturn 5/17/2001
24. Veronica's Napkin 5/17/2001
25. The Moods 5/17/2001
26. The Unappeasable Host 5/17/2001
27. The Valley Of The Black Pig 1/3/2003
28. The Valleys Of The Black Pig 5/17/2001
29. The Lover Speaks To The Hearers Of His Songs In Coming Days 5/17/2001
30. The Realists 5/17/2001
31. The Results Of Thought 5/17/2001
32. The Mother Of God 5/17/2001
33. The Poet Pleads With The Elemental Powers 5/17/2001
34. To Dorothy Wellesley 5/17/2001
35. The Scholars 5/17/2001
36. Two Songs Of A Fool 1/3/2003
37. Upon A Dying Lady 5/17/2001
38. The Ragged Wood 5/17/2001
39. Under The Round Tower 5/17/2001
40. The Peacock 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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