William Butler Yeats

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

William Butler Yeats Poems

361. The Sorrow Of Love 5/17/2001
362. Among School Children 5/15/2001
363. Leda And The Swan 5/15/2001
364. Down By The Salley Gardens 5/15/2001
365. A Man Young And Old 5/15/2001
366. A Prayer For My Daughter 5/15/2001
367. After Long Silence 1/3/2003
368. Never Give All The Heart 5/15/2001
369. The Wild Swans At Coole 5/17/2001
370. A Last Confession 1/13/2003
371. An Acre Of Grass 5/15/2001
372. The Stolen Child 5/17/2001
373. A Friend's Illness 5/15/2001
374. Byzantium 5/15/2001
375. A Bronze Head 5/15/2001
376. A Man Young And Old: Iii. The Mermaid 1/13/2003
377. Easter, 1916 1/13/2003
378. A First Confession 1/13/2003
379. The Song Of Wandering Aengus 5/17/2001
380. Aedh Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven 1/3/2003
381. A Drunken Man's Praise Of Sobriety 5/15/2001
382. A Deep-Sworn Vow 5/15/2001
383. Love's Loneliness 1/13/2003
384. A Man Young And Old: I. First Love 1/13/2003
385. A Dialogue Of Self And Soul 5/15/2001
386. An Irish Airman Forsees His Death 5/15/2001
387. Youth And Age 5/17/2001
388. A Cradle Song 5/15/2001
389. Brown Penny 5/15/2001
390. Sailing To Byzantium 5/16/2001
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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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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