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. Two Songs Rewritten For The Tune's Sake 5/17/2001
3. 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
4. Tom At Cruachan 1/13/2003
5. To A Wealthy Man Who Promised A Second Subscription To The Dublin Municipal Gallery If It Were 1/1/2004
6. Veronica's Napkin 5/17/2001
7. The Three Monuments 5/17/2001
8. Tom O'Roughley 5/17/2001
9. The Ragged Wood 5/17/2001
10. Three Songs To The Same Tune 5/17/2001
11. The Wanderings Of Oisin: Book Iii 1/3/2003
12. The Shadowy Waters: Introductory Lines 1/13/2003
13. The Poet Pleads With The Elemental Powers 5/17/2001
14. The Happy Townland 5/17/2001
15. Under The Round Tower 5/17/2001
16. To A Poet, Who Would Have Me Praise Certain Bad Poets, Imitators Of His And Mine 5/17/2001
17. The Mountain Tomb 5/17/2001
18. The New Faces 5/17/2001
19. To Dorothy Wellesley 5/17/2001
20. The Spur 5/17/2001
21. The Moods 5/17/2001
22. The Statesman's Holiday 5/17/2001
23. The Lover Speaks To The Hearers Of His Songs In Coming Days 5/17/2001
24. The Peacock 1/13/2003
25. The Statues 5/17/2001
26. Two Songs Of A Fool 1/3/2003
27. When Helen Lived 5/17/2001
28. Under Saturn 5/17/2001
29. The Gift Of Harun Al-Rashid 5/17/2001
30. The Seven Sages 5/17/2001
31. The Nineteenth Century And After 5/17/2001
32. The Three Beggars 12/31/2002
33. Those Images 5/17/2001
34. Towards Break Of Day 5/17/2001
35. The Spirit Medium 5/17/2001
36. The Two Kings 5/17/2001
37. The Results Of Thought 5/17/2001
38. The Indian To His Love 5/17/2001
39. The Shadowy Waters: The Harp Of Aengus 1/13/2003
40. The Unappeasable Host 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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