William Butler Yeats

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

William Butler Yeats Poems

201. Reconciliation 5/15/2001
202. Slim Adolescence That A Nymph Has Stripped 5/16/2001
203. Ego Dominus Tuus 5/15/2001
204. A Woman Homer Sung 5/15/2001
205. A Model For The Laureate 5/15/2001
206. Church And State 5/15/2001
207. Supernatural Songs 5/16/2001
208. Old Memory 5/15/2001
209. The Balloon Of The Mind 5/17/2001
210. Cuchulain Comforted 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. The Black Tower 5/17/2001
215. Maid Quiet 5/15/2001
216. On A Political Prisoner 5/15/2001
217. He Thinks Of His Past Greatness When A Part Of The Constellations Of Heaven 5/15/2001
218. On Being Asked For A War Poem 5/15/2001
219. The Shadowy Waters 5/17/2001
220. Crazy Jane And The Bishop 1/13/2003
221. He Tells Of A Valley Full Of Lovers 5/15/2001
222. Solomon And The Witch 5/16/2001
223. Her Vision In The Wood 1/13/2003
224. At Algeciras - A Meditaton Upon Death 1/13/2003
225. To A Child Dancing In The Wind 5/17/2001
226. Anashuya And Vijaya 5/15/2001
227. Against Unworthy Praise 5/15/2001
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. The Apparitions 5/17/2001
233. The Curse Of Cromwell 5/17/2001
234. Red Hanrahan's Song About Ireland 5/15/2001
235. The Player Queen 12/31/2002
236. From A Full Moon In March 5/15/2001
237. Spilt Milk 5/16/2001
238. Gratitude To The Unknown Instructors 5/15/2001
239. Fragments 5/15/2001
240. Faery Song 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.

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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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