William Butler Yeats (13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939 / County Dublin / Ireland)
Poems of William Butler Yeats
| 21. | A Man Young And Old: IX. The Secrets Of The Old | 1/13/2003 |
| 22. | A Man Young And Old: V. The Empty Cup | 1/13/2003 |
| 23. | A Man Young And Old: VI. His Memories | 1/13/2003 |
| 24. | A Man Young And Old: VII. The Friends Of His Youth | 1/13/2003 |
| 25. | A Man Young And Old: VIII. Summer And Spring | 1/13/2003 |
| 26. | A Man Young And Old: X. His Wildness | 1/13/2003 |
| 27. | A Man Young And Old: XI. From Oedipus At Colonus | 1/13/2003 |
| 28. | A Meditation In Time Of War | 5/15/2001 |
| 29. | A Memory Of Youth | 5/15/2001 |
| 30. | A Model For The Laureate | 5/15/2001 |
| 31. | A Nativity | 5/15/2001 |
| 32. | A Poet To His Beloved | 5/15/2001 |
| 33. | A Prayer For My Daughter | 5/15/2001 |
| 34. | A Prayer For My Son | 5/15/2001 |
| 35. | A Prayer For Old Age | 5/15/2001 |
| 36. | A Prayer On Going Into My House | 5/15/2001 |
| 37. | A Song | 5/15/2001 |
| 38. | A Song From "The Player Queen" | 12/31/2002 |
| 39. | A Statesman's Holiday | 1/13/2003 |
| 40. | A Stick Of Incense | 5/15/2001 |
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:
