William Butler Yeats

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

William Butler Yeats Poems

241. Beggar To Beggar Cried 5/15/2001
242. Cuchulain Comforted 5/15/2001
243. Gratitude To The Unknown Instructors 5/15/2001
244. A Prayer On Going Into My House 5/15/2001
245. Running To Paradise 5/15/2001
246. Demon And Beast 5/15/2001
247. The Player Queen 12/31/2002
248. Maid Quiet 5/15/2001
249. He Mourns For The Change That Has Come Upon Him And His Beloved, And Longs For The End Of The World 5/15/2001
250. The Fairy Pendant 1/3/2003
251. Meditations In Time Of Civil War 5/15/2001
252. The Fiddler Of Dooney 12/31/2002
253. Against Unworthy Praise 5/15/2001
254. Ego Dominus Tuus 5/15/2001
255. He Gives His Beloved Certain Rhymes 5/15/2001
256. The Folly Of Being Comforted 5/17/2001
257. The Ballad Of Father Gilligan 1/3/2003
258. In Memory Of Major Robert Gregory 1/3/2003
259. The Falling Of The Leaves 5/17/2001
260. The Crazed Moon 5/17/2001
261. Coole Park, 1929 1/13/2003
262. The Coming Of Wisdom With Time 5/17/2001
263. To A Child Dancing In The Wind 5/17/2001
264. The Municipal Gallery Revisited 5/17/2001
265. Anashuya And Vijaya 5/15/2001
266. Parting 1/13/2003
267. Fallen Majesty 1/3/2003
268. The Secret Rose 5/17/2001
269. The Cold Heaven 5/17/2001
270. A Stick Of Incense 5/15/2001
271. The Cloak, The Boat And The Shoes 1/13/2003
272. Drinking Song 1/3/2003
273. The Fish 5/17/2001
274. An Appointment 5/15/2001
275. From A Full Moon In March 5/15/2001
276. Lullaby 1/13/2003
277. Lines Written In Dejection 5/15/2001
278. Crazy Jane On God 1/13/2003
279. Aedh Gives His Beloved Certain Rhymes 1/3/2003
280. Man And The Echo 1/13/2003
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.

Read the full of When You Are Old

Her Anxiety

Earth in beauty dressed
Awaits returning spring.
All true love must die,
Alter at the best
Into some lesser thing.
Prove that I lie.

Such body lovers have,
Such exacting breath,
That they touch or sigh.
Every touch they give,
Love is nearer death.
Prove that I lie.

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