William Butler Yeats

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

William Butler Yeats Poems

41. To A Wealthy Man Who Promised A Second Subscription To The Dublin Municipal Gallery If It Were 1/1/2004
42. To A Squirrel At Kyle-Na-No 1/13/2003
43. To A Shade 5/17/2001
44. To A Poet, Who Would Have Me Praise Certain Bad Poets, Imitators Of His And Mine 5/17/2001
45. To A Friend Whose Work Has Come To Nothing 5/17/2001
46. To A Child Dancing In The Wind 5/17/2001
47. Three Things 1/13/2003
48. Three Songs To The Same Tune 5/17/2001
49. Three Songs To The One Burden 5/17/2001
50. Three Movements 5/17/2001
51. Three Marching Songs 5/17/2001
52. Those Images 5/17/2001
53. Those Dancing Days Are Gone 1/13/2003
54. These Are The Clouds 5/17/2001
55. The Withering Of The Boughs 5/17/2001
56. The Witch 5/17/2001
57. The Winding Stair And Other Poems 5/17/2001
58. The Winding Stair 1/1/2004
59. The Wild Swans At Coole 5/17/2001
60. The Wild Old Wicked Man 5/17/2001
61. The White Birds 5/17/2001
62. The Wheel 5/17/2001
63. The Wanderings Of Oisin: Book Iii 1/3/2003
64. The Wanderings Of Oisin: Book Ii 1/3/2003
65. The Wanderings Of Oisin: Book I 1/3/2003
66. The Valleys Of The Black Pig 5/17/2001
67. The Valley Of The Black Pig 1/3/2003
68. The Unappeasable Host 5/17/2001
69. The Two Trees 5/17/2001
70. The Two Kings 5/17/2001
71. The Travail Of Passion 5/17/2001
72. The Tower 5/17/2001
73. The Three Monuments 5/17/2001
74. The Three Hermits 5/17/2001
75. The Three Bushes 5/17/2001
76. The Three Beggars 12/31/2002
77. The Stolen Child 5/17/2001
78. The Statues 5/17/2001
79. The Statesman's Holiday 5/17/2001
80. The Spur 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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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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