William Butler Yeats

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

William Butler Yeats Poems

81. The Harp Of Aengus 5/17/2001
82. Two Songs From A Play 1/3/2003
83. Two Years Later 5/17/2001
84. Three Marching Songs 5/17/2001
85. To A Young Beauty 5/17/2001
86. The Host Of The Air 5/17/2001
87. The Lover Pleads With His Friend For Old Friends 5/17/2001
88. The Witch 5/17/2001
89. The Rose Of The World 5/17/2001
90. On Hearing That The Students Of Our New University Have Joined The Agitation Against Immoral Literature 1/1/2004
91. Three Songs To The One Burden 5/17/2001
92. To An Isle In The Water 5/17/2001
93. The Three Bushes 5/17/2001
94. The Mask 5/17/2001
95. The Man And The Echo 5/17/2001
96. The Living Beauty 5/17/2001
97. Under The Moon 5/17/2001
98. The Song Of The Happy Shepherd 5/17/2001
99. The Phases Of The Moon 5/17/2001
100. Those Dancing Days Are Gone 1/13/2003
101. The Rose Tree 5/17/2001
102. The Great Day 5/17/2001
103. The Leaders Of The Crowd 5/17/2001
104. The Fool By The Roadside 5/17/2001
105. When Helen Lived 5/17/2001
106. The Meditation Of The Old Fisherman 5/17/2001
107. The Lady's First Song 5/17/2001
108. The Lover Tells Of The Rose In His Heart 5/17/2001
109. To Ireland In The Coming Times 5/17/2001
110. On Those That Hated The 'Playboy Of The Western World,' 1907 1/13/2003
111. The Double Vision Of Michael Robartes 5/17/2001
112. The Lover's Song 5/17/2001
113. The Man Who Dreamed Of Faeryland 5/17/2001
114. The Attack On ‘the Playboy Of The Western World,’ 1907 1/3/2003
115. The Wheel 5/17/2001
116. Paudeen 5/15/2001
117. To The Rose Upon The Rood Of Time 5/17/2001
118. Shepherd And Goatheard 5/16/2001
119. The Hawk 5/17/2001
120. The Rose In The Deeps Of His Heart 1/3/2003
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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