William Butler Yeats

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

William Butler Yeats Poems

121. The Dedication To A Book Of Stories 5/17/2001
122. The Withering Of The Boughs 5/17/2001
123. The White Birds 5/17/2001
124. The Dancer At Cruachan And Cro-Patrick 1/13/2003
125. Introductory Lines (The Shadowy Waters) 1/1/2004
126. Slim Adolescence That A Nymph Has Stripped, 12/31/2002
127. The Heart Of The Woman 5/17/2001
128. What Was Lost 5/17/2001
129. The Ghost Of Roger Casement 5/17/2001
130. The Delphic Oracle Upon Plotinus 1/13/2003
131. The Old Men Admiring Themselves In The Water 5/17/2001
132. The Lover Mourns For The Loss Of Love 5/17/2001
133. His Bargain 1/13/2003
134. The Lamentation Of The Old Pensioner 5/17/2001
135. King And No King 5/15/2001
136. Shepherd And Goatherd 1/13/2003
137. In Memory Of Alfred Pollexfen 5/15/2001
138. The Chambermaid's Second Song 1/13/2003
139. Owen Aherne And His Dancers 5/15/2001
140. The Winding Stair 1/1/2004
141. Hound Voice 5/15/2001
142. Colonus' Praise 5/15/2001
143. The Gyres 5/17/2001
144. The Ballad Of Father O'Hart 5/17/2001
145. Colonel Martin 5/15/2001
146. The Rose Of Battle 5/17/2001
147. Crazy Jane Reproved 1/13/2003
148. To A Friend Whose Work Has Come To Nothing 5/17/2001
149. On A Picture Of A Black Centaur By Edmund Dulac 5/15/2001
150. To A Young Girl 5/17/2001
151. The Chambermaid's First Song 5/17/2001
152. The Everlasting Voices 5/17/2001
153. The Dedication To A Book Of Stories Selected From The Irish Novelists 1/13/2003
154. Crazy Jane On The Day Of Judgment 1/13/2003
155. The Winding Stair And Other Poems 5/17/2001
156. Old Tom Again 1/13/2003
157. He Hears The Cry Of The Sedge 5/15/2001
158. The Blessed 5/17/2001
159. Responsibilities - Introduction 1/13/2003
160. Statistics 5/16/2001
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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Consolation

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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