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. Tom At Cruachan 1/13/2003
3. Two Songs Rewritten For The Tune's Sake 5/17/2001
4. The Shadowy Waters: The Harp Of Aengus 1/13/2003
5. The Results Of Thought 5/17/2001
6. Tom O'Roughley 5/17/2001
7. The Moods 5/17/2001
8. The Statesman's Holiday 5/17/2001
9. The Three Monuments 5/17/2001
10. 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
11. Three Songs To The Same Tune 5/17/2001
12. To Be Carved On A Stone At Ballylee 1/3/2003
13. The Nineteenth Century And After 5/17/2001
14. The Realists 5/17/2001
15. The Three Hermits 5/17/2001
16. The Spirit Medium 5/17/2001
17. To Songs Of A Fool 5/17/2001
18. Those Images 5/17/2001
19. Veronica's Napkin 5/17/2001
20. The Shadowy Waters: Introductory Lines 1/13/2003
21. The Valleys Of The Black Pig 5/17/2001
22. The Indian To His Love 5/17/2001
23. The Pilgrim 5/17/2001
24. To A Shade 5/17/2001
25. To A Wealthy Man Who Promised A Second Subscription To The Dublin Municipal Gallery If It Were 1/1/2004
26. The Poet Pleads With The Elemental Powers 5/17/2001
27. The Mountain Tomb 5/17/2001
28. The Three Beggars 12/31/2002
29. To Dorothy Wellesley 5/17/2001
30. The Unappeasable Host 5/17/2001
31. The Statues 5/17/2001
32. The Lover Asks Forgiveness Because Of His Many Moods 5/17/2001
33. The Spur 5/17/2001
34. The Gift Of Harun Al-Rashid 5/17/2001
35. The Seven Sages 5/17/2001
36. The Old Age Of Queen Maeve 5/17/2001
37. Vacilliation 5/17/2001
38. The Happy Townland 5/17/2001
39. The New Faces 5/17/2001
40. Under Saturn 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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