William Butler Yeats

(13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939 / County Dublin / Ireland)

William Butler Yeats Poems

361. A Woman Homer Sung 5/15/2001
362. A Thought From Propertius 5/15/2001
363. A Stick Of Incense 5/15/2001
364. A Statesman's Holiday 1/13/2003
365. A Song 5/15/2001
366. A Prayer On Going Into My House 5/15/2001
367. A Prayer For Old Age 5/15/2001
368. A Prayer For My Son 5/15/2001
369. A Prayer For My Daughter 5/15/2001
370. A Poet To His Beloved 5/15/2001
371. A Nativity 5/15/2001
372. A Model For The Laureate 5/15/2001
373. A Memory Of Youth 5/15/2001
374. A Meditation In Time Of War 5/15/2001
375. A Man Young And Old: Xi. From Oedipus At Colonus 1/13/2003
376. A Man Young And Old: X. His Wildness 1/13/2003
377. A Man Young And Old: Viii. Summer And Spring 1/13/2003
378. A Man Young And Old: Vii. The Friends Of His Youth 1/13/2003
379. A Man Young And Old: Vi. His Memories 1/13/2003
380. A Man Young And Old: V. The Empty Cup 1/13/2003
381. A Man Young And Old: Ix. The Secrets Of The Old 1/13/2003
382. A Man Young And Old: Iv. The Death Of The Hare 1/13/2003
383. A Man Young And Old: Iii. The Mermaid 1/13/2003
384. A Man Young And Old: Ii. Human Dignity 1/13/2003
385. A Man Young And Old: I. First Love 1/13/2003
386. A Man Young And Old 5/15/2001
387. A Lover's Quarrel Among The Fairies 1/3/2003
388. A Last Confession 1/13/2003
389. A Friend's Illness 5/15/2001
390. A First Confession 1/13/2003
391. A Faery Song 5/15/2001
392. A Drunken Man's Praise Of Sobriety 5/15/2001
393. A Drinking Song 5/15/2001
394. A Dream Of Death 5/15/2001
395. A Dramatic Poem 5/15/2001
396. A Dialogue Of Self And Soul 5/15/2001
397. A Deep-Sworn Vow 5/15/2001
398. A Crazed Girl 5/15/2001
399. A Cradle Song 5/15/2001
400. A Coat 5/15/2001
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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The White Birds

I WOULD that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea!
We tire of the flame of the meteor, before it can fade and flee;
And the flame of the blue star of twilight, hung low on the rim of the sky,
Has awaked in our hearts, my beloved, a sadness that may not die.
A weariness comes from those dreamers, dew-dabbled, the lily and rose;
Ah, dream not of them, my beloved, the flame of the meteor that goes,
Or the flame of the blue star that lingers hung low in the fall of the dew:

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