William Butler Yeats

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

William Butler Yeats Poems

201. A Model For The Laureate 5/15/2001
202. Church And State 5/15/2001
203. Supernatural Songs 5/16/2001
204. What Then? 5/17/2001
205. Old Memory 5/15/2001
206. Fragments 5/15/2001
207. A Statesman's Holiday 1/13/2003
208. The Balloon Of The Mind 5/17/2001
209. Cuchulain Comforted 5/15/2001
210. Narrative And Dramatic The Wanderings Of Oisin 5/15/2001
211. Crazy Jane On The Mountain 5/15/2001
212. High Talk 5/15/2001
213. In The Seven Woods 5/15/2001
214. Solomon To Sheba 5/16/2001
215. The Black Tower 5/17/2001
216. On A Political Prisoner 5/15/2001
217. He Mourns For The Change That Has Come Upon Him And His Beloved, And Longs For The End Of The World 5/15/2001
218. The Shadowy Waters 5/17/2001
219. Crazy Jane And The Bishop 1/13/2003
220. He Tells Of A Valley Full Of Lovers 5/15/2001
221. Solomon And The Witch 5/16/2001
222. Her Vision In The Wood 1/13/2003
223. The Pity Of Love 5/17/2001
224. At Algeciras - A Meditaton Upon Death 1/13/2003
225. To A Child Dancing In The Wind 5/17/2001
226. Against Unworthy Praise 5/15/2001
227. From The 'Antigone' 1/13/2003
228. Cuchulain's Fight With The Sea 1/3/2003
229. An Appointment 5/15/2001
230. Fallen Majesty 1/3/2003
231. A Nativity 5/15/2001
232. He Gives His Beloved Certain Rhymes 5/15/2001
233. The Apparitions 5/17/2001
234. A Prayer On Going Into My House 5/15/2001
235. The Curse Of Cromwell 5/17/2001
236. Mohini Chatterjee 5/15/2001
237. Red Hanrahan's Song About Ireland 5/15/2001
238. A Woman Homer Sung 5/15/2001
239. The Player Queen 12/31/2002
240. From A Full Moon In March 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.

Read the full of When You Are Old


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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