William Butler Yeats

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

William Butler Yeats Poems

1. Three Songs To The Same Tune 5/17/2001
2. Tom At Cruachan 1/13/2003
3. The Statesman's Holiday 5/17/2001
4. To A Wealthy Man Who Promised A Second Subscription To The Dublin Municipal Gallery If It Were 1/1/2004
5. Two Songs Rewritten For The Tune's Sake 5/17/2001
6. 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
7. The Three Beggars 12/31/2002
8. The Nineteenth Century And After 5/17/2001
9. The Realists 5/17/2001
10. The Spirit Medium 5/17/2001
11. The Results Of Thought 5/17/2001
12. The Valleys Of The Black Pig 5/17/2001
13. The Death of Cuchulain 6/13/2015
14. Tom O'Roughley 5/17/2001
15. The Happy Townland 5/17/2001
16. The Indian To His Love 5/17/2001
17. Those Images 5/17/2001
18. The Peacock 1/13/2003
19. The Statues 5/17/2001
20. The Spur 5/17/2001
21. The Three Monuments 5/17/2001
22. The Valley Of The Black Pig 1/3/2003
23. The Poet Pleads With The Elemental Powers 5/17/2001
24. The Three Hermits 5/17/2001
25. The Wanderings Of Oisin: Book Ii 1/3/2003
26. The New Faces 5/17/2001
27. Two Songs Of A Fool 1/3/2003
28. Under Saturn 5/17/2001
29. The Wanderings Of Oisin: Book Iii 1/3/2003
30. The Mountain Tomb 5/17/2001
31. The Gift Of Harun Al-Rashid 5/17/2001
32. The Lover Speaks To The Hearers Of His Songs In Coming Days 5/17/2001
33. Under The Round Tower 5/17/2001
34. The Old Age Of Queen Maeve 5/17/2001
35. The Travail Of Passion 5/17/2001
36. The People 5/17/2001
37. The Seven Sages 5/17/2001
38. The O'Rahilly 5/17/2001
39. To A Squirrel At Kyle-Na-No 1/13/2003
40. The Moods 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.

Read the full of When You Are Old

Her Anxiety

Earth in beauty dressed
Awaits returning spring.
All true love must die,
Alter at the best
Into some lesser thing.
Prove that I lie.

Such body lovers have,
Such exacting breath,
That they touch or sigh.
Every touch they give,
Love is nearer death.
Prove that I lie.

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