William Butler Yeats

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

William Butler Yeats Poems

1. The Poet Pleads With The Elemental Powers 5/17/2001
2. 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
3. The Mountain Tomb 5/17/2001
4. Two Songs Rewritten For The Tune's Sake 5/17/2001
5. The Happy Townland 5/17/2001
6. Tom At Cruachan 1/13/2003
7. Under Saturn 5/17/2001
8. The Ragged Wood 5/17/2001
9. The Gift Of Harun Al-Rashid 5/17/2001
10. The Old Age Of Queen Maeve 5/17/2001
11. The Nineteenth Century And After 5/17/2001
12. The Statesman's Holiday 5/17/2001
13. The Realists 5/17/2001
14. The Spirit Medium 5/17/2001
15. The Results Of Thought 5/17/2001
16. To Songs Of A Fool 5/17/2001
17. Those Images 5/17/2001
18. The Lover Speaks To The Hearers Of His Songs In Coming Days 5/17/2001
19. The Peacock 1/13/2003
20. To A Wealthy Man Who Promised A Second Subscription To The Dublin Municipal Gallery If It Were 1/1/2004
21. The Indian To His Love 5/17/2001
22. The Three Beggars 12/31/2002
23. Three Songs To The Same Tune 5/17/2001
24. Under The Round Tower 5/17/2001
25. The People 5/17/2001
26. The Madness Of King Goll 5/17/2001
27. The New Faces 5/17/2001
28. Two Songs Of A Fool 1/3/2003
29. The Lady's Second Song 5/17/2001
30. The Three Monuments 5/17/2001
31. Vacilliation 5/17/2001
32. The Seven Sages 5/17/2001
33. The Three Hermits 5/17/2001
34. Tom O'Roughley 5/17/2001
35. The Two Kings 5/17/2001
36. The Wanderings Of Oisin: Book Iii 1/3/2003
37. The Death of Cuchulain 6/13/2015
38. The Lover Asks Forgiveness Because Of His Many Moods 5/17/2001
39. The Lady's Third Song 5/17/2001
40. The Travail Of Passion 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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