William Butler Yeats

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

William Butler Yeats Poems

161. The Ballad Of Moll Magee 5/17/2001
162. Old Tom Again 1/13/2003
163. Form The Green Helmet And Other Poems 5/15/2001
164. The Blessed 5/17/2001
165. Michael Robartes And The Dancer 1/3/2003
166. John Kinsella's Lament For Mr. Mary Moore 5/15/2001
167. The Collar-Bone Of A Hare 5/17/2001
168. Statistics 5/16/2001
169. Alternative Song For The Severd Head In "The King Of The Great Clock Tower" 12/31/2002
170. The Tower 5/17/2001
171. His Confidence 1/13/2003
172. The Ballad Of The Foxhunter 1/13/2003
173. Responsibilities - Closing 1/13/2003
174. On Those That Hated 'The Playboy Of The Western World' 5/15/2001
175. Parnell 5/15/2001
176. A Thought From Propertius 5/15/2001
177. At The Abbey Theatre 5/15/2001
178. The Countess Cathleen In Paradise 5/17/2001
179. His Phoenix 5/15/2001
180. In Tara's Halls 5/15/2001
181. Stream And Sun At Glendalough 5/16/2001
182. A Statesman's Holiday 1/13/2003
183. Come Gather Round Me, Parnellites 5/15/2001
184. The Cap And Bells 5/17/2001
185. Narrative And Dramatic The Wanderings Of Oisin 5/15/2001
186. Quarrel In Old Age 5/15/2001
187. Me Peacock 5/15/2001
188. Presences 5/15/2001
189. He Thinks Of Those Who Have Spoken Evil Of His Beloved 5/15/2001
190. The Arrow 5/17/2001
191. Symbols 5/17/2001
192. Parnell's Funeral 1/13/2003
193. Her Praise 5/15/2001
194. The Pity Of Love 5/17/2001
195. Imitated From The Japanese 5/15/2001
196. Swift's Epitaph 5/17/2001
197. Meeting 1/13/2003
198. News For The Delphic Oracle 5/15/2001
199. Baile And Aillinn 5/15/2001
200. Mohini Chatterjee 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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An Acre Of Grass

PICTURE and book remain,
An acre of green grass
For air and exercise,
Now strength of body goes;
Midnight, an old house
Where nothing stirs but a mouse.

My temptation is quiet.
Here at life's end

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