William Butler Yeats

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

William Butler Yeats Poems

121. The Moods 5/17/2001
122. The Meditation Of The Old Fisherman 5/17/2001
123. The Mask 5/17/2001
124. The Man Who Dreamed Of Faeryland 5/17/2001
125. The Man And The Echo 5/17/2001
126. The Magi 5/17/2001
127. The Madness Of King Goll 5/17/2001
128. The Lover's Song 5/17/2001
129. The Lover Tells Of The Rose In His Heart 5/17/2001
130. The Lover Speaks To The Hearers Of His Songs In Coming Days 5/17/2001
131. The Lover Pleads With His Friend For Old Friends 5/17/2001
132. The Lover Mourns For The Loss Of Love 5/17/2001
133. The Lover Asks Forgiveness Because Of His Many Moods 5/17/2001
134. The Living Beauty 5/17/2001
135. The Leaders Of The Crowd 5/17/2001
136. The Lamentation Of The Old Pensioner 5/17/2001
137. The Lake Isle Of Innisfree 5/17/2001
138. The Lady's Third Song 5/17/2001
139. The Lady's Second Song 5/17/2001
140. The Lady's First Song 5/17/2001
141. The Indian Upon God 5/17/2001
142. The Indian To His Love 5/17/2001
143. The Hour Before Dawn 5/17/2001
144. The Hosting Of The Sidhe 5/17/2001
145. The Host Of The Air 5/17/2001
146. The Heart Of The Woman 5/17/2001
147. The Hawk 5/17/2001
148. The Harp Of Aengus 5/17/2001
149. The Happy Townland 5/17/2001
150. The Gyres 5/17/2001
151. The Grey Rock 1/13/2003
152. The Great Day 5/17/2001
153. The Gift Of Harun Al-Rashid 5/17/2001
154. The Ghost Of Roger Casement 5/17/2001
155. The Fool By The Roadside 5/17/2001
156. The Folly Of Being Comforted 5/17/2001
157. The Fisherman 5/17/2001
158. The Fish 5/17/2001
159. The Fiddler Of Dooney 12/31/2002
160. The Fascination Of What's Difficult 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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