William Butler Yeats

[W.B. Yeats] (13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939 / County Dublin / Ireland)

William Butler Yeats Poems

241. The Falling Of The Leaves 5/17/2001
242. The Fascination Of What's Difficult 5/17/2001
243. The Fiddler Of Dooney 12/31/2002
244. The Fish 5/17/2001
245. The Fisherman 5/17/2001
246. The Folly Of Being Comforted 5/17/2001
247. The Fool By The Roadside 5/17/2001
248. The Ghost Of Roger Casement 5/17/2001
249. The Gift Of Harun Al-Rashid 5/17/2001
250. The Great Day 5/17/2001
251. The Grey Rock 1/13/2003
252. The Gyres 5/17/2001
253. The Happy Townland 5/17/2001
254. The Harp Of Aengus 5/17/2001
255. The Hawk 5/17/2001
256. The Heart Of The Woman 5/17/2001
257. The Host Of The Air 5/17/2001
258. The Hosting Of The Sidhe 5/17/2001
259. The Hour Before Dawn 5/17/2001
260. The Indian To His Love 5/17/2001
261. The Indian Upon God 5/17/2001
262. The Lady's First Song 5/17/2001
263. The Lady's Second Song 5/17/2001
264. The Lady's Third Song 5/17/2001
265. The Lake Isle Of Innisfree 5/17/2001
266. The Lamentation Of The Old Pensioner 5/17/2001
267. The Leaders Of The Crowd 5/17/2001
268. The Living Beauty 5/17/2001
269. The Lover Asks Forgiveness Because Of His Many Moods 5/17/2001
270. The Lover Mourns For The Loss Of Love 5/17/2001
271. The Lover Pleads With His Friend For Old Friends 5/17/2001
272. The Lover Speaks To The Hearers Of His Songs In Coming Days 5/17/2001
273. The Lover Tells Of The Rose In His Heart 5/17/2001
274. The Lover's Song 5/17/2001
275. The Madness Of King Goll 5/17/2001
276. The Magi 5/17/2001
277. The Man And The Echo 5/17/2001
278. The Man Who Dreamed Of Faeryland 5/17/2001
279. The Mask 5/17/2001
280. The Meditation Of The Old Fisherman 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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