William Butler Yeats

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

William Butler Yeats Poems

1. Two Songs Rewritten For The Tune's Sake 5/17/2001
2. Tom O'Roughley 5/17/2001
3. Three Songs To The Same Tune 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. The Three Monuments 5/17/2001
6. Tom At Cruachan 1/13/2003
7. 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
8. The Spirit Medium 5/17/2001
9. Under The Round Tower 5/17/2001
10. The New Faces 5/17/2001
11. Two Songs Of A Fool 1/3/2003
12. The Ragged Wood 5/17/2001
13. The Travail Of Passion 5/17/2001
14. The Death of Cuchulain 6/13/2015
15. The Three Hermits 5/17/2001
16. The Lover Speaks To The Hearers Of His Songs In Coming Days 5/17/2001
17. The Wanderings Of Oisin: Book Iii 1/3/2003
18. The Poet Pleads With The Elemental Powers 5/17/2001
19. The Happy Townland 5/17/2001
20. The Valleys Of The Black Pig 5/17/2001
21. To A Squirrel At Kyle-Na-No 1/13/2003
22. The Three Beggars 12/31/2002
23. To A Poet, Who Would Have Me Praise Certain Bad Poets, Imitators Of His And Mine 5/17/2001
24. The Wanderings Of Oisin: Book Ii 1/3/2003
25. The People 5/17/2001
26. Towards Break Of Day 5/17/2001
27. The Statesman's Holiday 5/17/2001
28. Veronica's Napkin 5/17/2001
29. The Mountain Tomb 5/17/2001
30. The Lady's Second Song 5/17/2001
31. The Gift Of Harun Al-Rashid 5/17/2001
32. To Dorothy Wellesley 5/17/2001
33. Vacilliation 5/17/2001
34. The Nineteenth Century And After 5/17/2001
35. The Seven Sages 5/17/2001
36. The Two Kings 5/17/2001
37. Under Saturn 5/17/2001
38. The Valley Of The Black Pig 1/3/2003
39. The Lady's Third Song 5/17/2001
40. The Sad Shepherd 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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