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. Three Songs To The Same Tune 5/17/2001
3. To A Wealthy Man Who Promised A Second Subscription To The Dublin Municipal Gallery If It Were 1/1/2004
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 Happy Townland 5/17/2001
8. Tom At Cruachan 1/13/2003
9. The Three Monuments 5/17/2001
10. The Gift Of Harun Al-Rashid 5/17/2001
11. The Old Age Of Queen Maeve 5/17/2001
12. The Seven Sages 5/17/2001
13. The Statesman's Holiday 5/17/2001
14. Those Images 5/17/2001
15. The New Faces 5/17/2001
16. The Moods 5/17/2001
17. To A Squirrel At Kyle-Na-No 1/13/2003
18. The Spirit Medium 5/17/2001
19. The Grey Rock 1/13/2003
20. Two Songs Rewritten For The Tune's Sake 5/17/2001
21. The Results Of Thought 5/17/2001
22. The Madness Of King Goll 5/17/2001
23. The Lover Speaks To The Hearers Of His Songs In Coming Days 5/17/2001
24. The Ragged Wood 5/17/2001
25. To Dorothy Wellesley 5/17/2001
26. The Three Hermits 5/17/2001
27. The Poet Pleads With The Elemental Powers 5/17/2001
28. The Mountain Tomb 5/17/2001
29. The Valley Of The Black Pig 1/3/2003
30. The Valleys Of The Black Pig 5/17/2001
31. To A Shade 5/17/2001
32. The Nineteenth Century And After 5/17/2001
33. The Spur 5/17/2001
34. To A Poet, Who Would Have Me Praise Certain Bad Poets, Imitators Of His And Mine 5/17/2001
35. The Wanderings Of Oisin: Book Ii 1/3/2003
36. The Indian To His Love 5/17/2001
37. Veronica's Napkin 5/17/2001
38. The Lady's Second Song 5/17/2001
39. The Wanderings Of Oisin: Book Iii 1/3/2003
40. The Mother Of God 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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