William Butler Yeats Poems (357 Poems)
A Man Young And Old (William Butler Yeats Poems)
IFirst Love THOUGH nurtured like the sailing moonIn beauty’s murderous brood,She walked awhile and blushed awhileAnd on my pathway stoodUntil I thought her body boreA heart of flesh and blood.But since I laid a hand thereonAnd found a heart of … Continue reading
A Lover’s Quarrel Among the Fairies (William Butler Yeats Poems)
<i>A moonlight moor. Fairies leading a child.</i> Male Fairies: Do not fear us, earthly maid!We will lead you hand in handBy the willows in the glade,By the gorse on the high land, By the pasture where the lambsShall awake with … Continue reading
A Deep-Sworn Vow (William Butler Yeats Poems)
OTHERS because you did not keepThat deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine;Yet always when I look death in the face,When I clamber to the heights of sleep,Or when I grow excited with wine,Suddenly I meet your face. (William Butler … Continue reading
The Rose Of Peace (William Butler Yeats Poems)
If Michael, leader of God’s host When Heaven and Hell are met, Looked down on you from Heaven’s door-post He would his deeds forget. Brooding no more upon God’s wars In his divine homestead, He would go weave out of … Continue reading
The Lover Mourns For The Loss Of Love (William Butler Yeats Poems)
Pale brows, still hands and dim hair, I had a beautiful friend And dreamed that the old despair Would end in love in the end: She looked in my heart one day And saw your image was there; She has … Continue reading
Lullaby (William Butler Yeats Poems)
Beloved, may your sleep be sound That have found it where you fed. What were all the world’s alarms To mighty paris when he found Sleep upon a golden bed That first dawn in Helen’s arms? Sleep, beloved, such a … Continue reading
Running To Paradise (William Butler Yeats Poems)
As I came over Windy Gap They threw a halfpenny into my cap. For I am running to paradise; And all that I need do is to wish And somebody puts his hand in the dish To throw me a … Continue reading
Peace (William Butler Yeats Poems)
Ah, that Time could touch a form That could show what Homer’s age Bred to be a hero’s wage. ‘Were not all her life but storm Would not painters paint a form Of such noble lines,’ I said, ‘Such a … Continue reading
A Prayer For My Son (William Butler Yeats Poems)
Bid a strong ghost stand at the head That my Michael may sleep sound, Nor cry, nor turn in the bed Till his morning meal come round; And may departing twilight keep All dread afar till morning’s back. That his … Continue reading
The Lady’s First Song (William Butler Yeats Poems)
I turn round Like a dumb beast in a show. Neither know what I am Nor where I go, My language beaten Into one name; I am in love And that is my shame. What hurts the soul My soul … Continue reading