William Butler Yeats

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

William Butler Yeats Poems

201. Stream And Sun At Glendalough 5/16/2001
202. Supernatural Songs 5/16/2001
203. Sweet Dancer 5/17/2001
204. Swift's Epitaph 5/17/2001
205. Symbols 5/17/2001
206. That The Night Come 5/17/2001
207. The Apparitions 5/17/2001
208. The Arrow 5/17/2001
209. The Attack On ‘the Playboy Of The Western World,’ 1907 1/3/2003
210. The Ballad Of Father Gilligan 1/3/2003
211. The Ballad Of Father O'Hart 5/17/2001
212. The Ballad Of Moll Magee 5/17/2001
213. The Ballad Of The Foxhunter 1/13/2003
214. The Balloon Of The Mind 5/17/2001
215. The Black Tower 5/17/2001
216. The Blessed 5/17/2001
217. The Cap And Bells 5/17/2001
218. The Cat And The Moon 5/17/2001
219. The Chambermaid's First Song 5/17/2001
220. The Chambermaid's Second Song 1/13/2003
221. The Choice 5/17/2001
222. The Circus Animals' Desertion 1/13/2003
223. The Cloak, The Boat And The Shoes 1/13/2003
224. The Cold Heaven 5/17/2001
225. The Collar-Bone Of A Hare 5/17/2001
226. The Coming Of Wisdom With Time 5/17/2001
227. The Countess Cathleen In Paradise 5/17/2001
228. The Crazed Moon 5/17/2001
229. The Curse Of Cromwell 5/17/2001
230. The Dancer At Cruachan And Cro-Patrick 1/13/2003
231. The Dawn 5/17/2001
232. The Death of Cuchulain 6/13/2015
233. The Dedication To A Book Of Stories 5/17/2001
234. The Dedication To A Book Of Stories Selected From The Irish Novelists 1/13/2003
235. The Delphic Oracle Upon Plotinus 1/13/2003
236. The Dolls 5/17/2001
237. The Double Vision Of Michael Robartes 5/17/2001
238. The Everlasting Voices 5/17/2001
239. The Fairy Pendant 1/3/2003
240. The Falling Of The Leaves 5/17/2001
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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A Faery Song

i{Sung by the people of Faery over Diarmuid and Grania,}
i{in their bridal sleep under a Cromlech.}

WE who are old, old and gay,
O so old!
Thousands of years, thousands of years,
If all were told:
Give to these children, new from the world,
Silence and love;

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