William Butler Yeats

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

William Butler Yeats Poems

1. A Bronze Head 5/15/2001
2. A Coat 5/15/2001
3. A Cradle Song 5/15/2001
4. A Crazed Girl 5/15/2001
5. A Deep-Sworn Vow 5/15/2001
6. A Dialogue Of Self And Soul 5/15/2001
7. A Dramatic Poem 5/15/2001
8. A Dream Of Death 5/15/2001
9. A Drinking Song 5/15/2001
10. A Drunken Man's Praise Of Sobriety 5/15/2001
11. A Faery Song 5/15/2001
12. A First Confession 1/13/2003
13. A Friend's Illness 5/15/2001
14. A Last Confession 1/13/2003
15. A Lover's Quarrel Among The Fairies 1/3/2003
16. A Man Young And Old 5/15/2001
17. A Man Young And Old: I. First Love 1/13/2003
18. A Man Young And Old: Ii. Human Dignity 1/13/2003
19. A Man Young And Old: Iii. The Mermaid 1/13/2003
20. A Man Young And Old: Iv. The Death Of The Hare 1/13/2003
21. A Man Young And Old: Ix. The Secrets Of The Old 1/13/2003
22. A Man Young And Old: V. The Empty Cup 1/13/2003
23. A Man Young And Old: Vi. His Memories 1/13/2003
24. A Man Young And Old: Vii. The Friends Of His Youth 1/13/2003
25. A Man Young And Old: Viii. Summer And Spring 1/13/2003
26. A Man Young And Old: X. His Wildness 1/13/2003
27. A Man Young And Old: Xi. From Oedipus At Colonus 1/13/2003
28. A Meditation In Time Of War 5/15/2001
29. A Memory Of Youth 5/15/2001
30. A Model For The Laureate 5/15/2001
31. A Nativity 5/15/2001
32. A Poet To His Beloved 5/15/2001
33. A Prayer For My Daughter 5/15/2001
34. A Prayer For My Son 5/15/2001
35. A Prayer For Old Age 5/15/2001
36. A Prayer On Going Into My House 5/15/2001
37. A Song 5/15/2001
38. A Statesman's Holiday 1/13/2003
39. A Stick Of Incense 5/15/2001
40. A Thought From Propertius 5/15/2001
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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The White Birds

I WOULD that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea!
We tire of the flame of the meteor, before it can fade and flee;
And the flame of the blue star of twilight, hung low on the rim of the sky,
Has awaked in our hearts, my beloved, a sadness that may not die.
A weariness comes from those dreamers, dew-dabbled, the lily and rose;
Ah, dream not of them, my beloved, the flame of the meteor that goes,
Or the flame of the blue star that lingers hung low in the fall of the dew:

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