William Butler Yeats

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

William Butler Yeats Poems

281. The Dawn 5/17/2001
282. The Falling Of The Leaves 5/17/2001
283. Father And Child 1/13/2003
284. Lullaby 1/13/2003
285. The Coming Of Wisdom With Time 5/17/2001
286. Parting 1/13/2003
287. A Meditation In Time Of War 5/15/2001
288. A Man Young And Old: Vi. His Memories 1/13/2003
289. Drinking Song 1/3/2003
290. The Fish 5/17/2001
291. That The Night Come 5/17/2001
292. The Secret Rose 5/17/2001
293. From The 'Antigone' 1/13/2003
294. He Remembers Forgotten Beauty 1/3/2003
295. He Wishes His Beloved Were Dead 5/15/2001
296. An Image From A Past Life 5/15/2001
297. Another Song Of A Fool 1/13/2003
298. Beautiful Lofty Things 5/15/2001
299. A Man Young And Old: Vii. The Friends Of His Youth 1/13/2003
300. Words For Music Perhaps 5/17/2001
301. Sixteen Dead Men 5/16/2001
302. Men Improve With The Years 5/15/2001
303. Coole Park, 1929 1/13/2003
304. He Tells Of The Perfect Beauty 5/15/2001
305. For Anne Gregory 5/15/2001
306. Coole Park And Ballylee, 1931 1/13/2003
307. A Man Young And Old: V. The Empty Cup 1/13/2003
308. The Ballad Of Father Gilligan 1/3/2003
309. Blood And The Moon 5/15/2001
310. Who Goes With Fergus? 5/17/2001
311. Remorse For Intemperate Speech 5/15/2001
312. In Memory Of Eva Gore-Booth And Con Markiewicz 1/13/2003
313. All Souls' Night 5/15/2001
314. A Woman Young And Old 5/15/2001
315. Sweet Dancer 5/17/2001
316. O Do Not Love Too Long 5/15/2001
317. Demon And Beast 5/15/2001
318. Memory 5/15/2001
319. Young Man's Song 1/3/2003
320. The Circus Animals' Desertion 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.

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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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