William Butler Yeats

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

William Butler Yeats Poems

1. To A Wealthy Man Who Promised A Second Subscription To The Dublin Municipal Gallery If It Were Proved The People Wanted Pictures 5/17/2001
2. Tom O'Roughley 5/17/2001
3. Three Songs To The Same Tune 5/17/2001
4. The Three Beggars 12/31/2002
5. The Death of Cuchulain 6/13/2015
6. The Spirit Medium 5/17/2001
7. Tom At Cruachan 1/13/2003
8. To A Wealthy Man Who Promised A Second Subscription To The Dublin Municipal Gallery If It Were 1/1/2004
9. The Poet Pleads With The Elemental Powers 5/17/2001
10. The Three Monuments 5/17/2001
11. Veronica's Napkin 5/17/2001
12. The Mountain Tomb 5/17/2001
13. The Happy Townland 5/17/2001
14. The Gift Of Harun Al-Rashid 5/17/2001
15. The Old Age Of Queen Maeve 5/17/2001
16. The Statesman's Holiday 5/17/2001
17. The Three Hermits 5/17/2001
18. The Results Of Thought 5/17/2001
19. Two Songs Rewritten For The Tune's Sake 5/17/2001
20. To Songs Of A Fool 5/17/2001
21. Those Images 5/17/2001
22. The Lover Speaks To The Hearers Of His Songs In Coming Days 5/17/2001
23. The Valleys Of The Black Pig 5/17/2001
24. The Grey Rock 1/13/2003
25. To A Shade 5/17/2001
26. Under The Round Tower 5/17/2001
27. To A Poet, Who Would Have Me Praise Certain Bad Poets, Imitators Of His And Mine 5/17/2001
28. The Wanderings Of Oisin: Book Ii 1/3/2003
29. The People 5/17/2001
30. The Madness Of King Goll 5/17/2001
31. The New Faces 5/17/2001
32. Towards Break Of Day 5/17/2001
33. Under Saturn 5/17/2001
34. The Lady's Second Song 5/17/2001
35. To Dorothy Wellesley 5/17/2001
36. Vacilliation 5/17/2001
37. The Nineteenth Century And After 5/17/2001
38. The Seven Sages 5/17/2001
39. The Peacock 1/13/2003
40. The Statues 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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