William Butler Yeats

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

William Butler Yeats Poems

81. The Spirit Medium 5/17/2001
82. The Sorrow Of Love 5/17/2001
83. The Song Of Wandering Aengus 5/17/2001
84. The Song Of The Old Mother 5/17/2001
85. The Song Of The Happy Shepherd 5/17/2001
86. The Shadowy Waters: The Shadowy Waters 1/13/2003
87. The Shadowy Waters: The Harp Of Aengus 1/13/2003
88. The Shadowy Waters: Introductory Lines 1/13/2003
89. The Shadowy Waters 5/17/2001
90. The Seven Sages 5/17/2001
91. The Secret Rose 5/17/2001
92. The Second Coming 5/17/2001
93. The Scholars 5/17/2001
94. The Saint And The Hunchback 5/17/2001
95. The Sad Shepherd 5/17/2001
96. The Rose Tree 5/17/2001
97. The Rose Of The World 5/17/2001
98. The Rose Of Peace 5/17/2001
99. The Rose Of Battle 5/17/2001
100. The Rose In The Deeps Of His Heart 1/3/2003
101. The Results Of Thought 5/17/2001
102. The Realists 5/17/2001
103. The Ragged Wood 5/17/2001
104. The Poet Pleads With The Elemental Powers 5/17/2001
105. The Players Ask For A Blessing On The Psalteries And On Themselves 5/17/2001
106. The Player Queen 12/31/2002
107. The Pity Of Love 5/17/2001
108. The Pilgrim 5/17/2001
109. The Phases Of The Moon 5/17/2001
110. The People 5/17/2001
111. The Peacock 1/13/2003
112. The O'Rahilly 5/17/2001
113. The Old Stone Cross 5/17/2001
114. The Old Men Admiring Themselves In The Water 5/17/2001
115. The Old Age Of Queen Maeve 5/17/2001
116. The Nineteenth Century And After 5/17/2001
117. The New Faces 5/17/2001
118. The Municipal Gallery Revisited 5/17/2001
119. The Mountain Tomb 5/17/2001
120. The Mother Of God 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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