William Butler Yeats

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

William Butler Yeats Poems

361. An Acre Of Grass 5/15/2001
362. A Lover's Quarrel Among The Fairies 1/3/2003
363. Never Give All The Heart 5/15/2001
364. A Dramatic Poem 5/15/2001
365. The Sorrow Of Love 5/17/2001
366. Byzantium 5/15/2001
367. A Man Young And Old 5/15/2001
368. Leda And The Swan 5/15/2001
369. A Friend's Illness 5/15/2001
370. After Long Silence 1/3/2003
371. Down By The Salley Gardens 5/15/2001
372. A Man Young And Old: Iii. The Mermaid 1/13/2003
373. A Bronze Head 5/15/2001
374. A Prayer For My Daughter 5/15/2001
375. The Stolen Child 5/17/2001
376. A Last Confession 1/13/2003
377. The Song Of Wandering Aengus 5/17/2001
378. Easter, 1916 1/13/2003
379. A Man Young And Old: I. First Love 1/13/2003
380. A First Confession 1/13/2003
381. Aedh Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven 1/3/2003
382. Youth And Age 5/17/2001
383. A Cradle Song 5/15/2001
384. A Drunken Man's Praise Of Sobriety 5/15/2001
385. Love's Loneliness 1/13/2003
386. A Deep-Sworn Vow 5/15/2001
387. A Dialogue Of Self And Soul 5/15/2001
388. Sailing To Byzantium 5/16/2001
389. Brown Penny 5/15/2001
390. An Irish Airman Forsees His Death 5/15/2001
391. A Dream Of Death 5/15/2001
392. A Faery Song 5/15/2001
393. The Lake Isle Of Innisfree 5/17/2001
394. A Coat 5/15/2001
395. The Second Coming 5/17/2001
396. A Crazed Girl 5/15/2001
397. A Drinking Song 5/15/2001
398. He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven 5/15/2001
399. When You Are Old 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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O but there is wisdom
In what the sages said;
But stretch that body for a while
And lay down that head
Till I have told the sages
Where man is comforted.

How could passion run so deep
Had I never thought
That the crime of being born
Blackens all our lot?
But where the crime's committed
The crime can be forgot.

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