William Butler Yeats Poems (357 Poems)
Crazy Jane Grown Old Looks At The Dancers (William Butler Yeats Poems)
I found that ivory image there Dancing with her chosen youth, But when he wound her coal-black hair As though to strangle her, no scream Or bodily movement did I dare, Eyes under eyelids did so gleam; Love is like … Continue reading
Parting (William Butler Yeats Poems)
He. Dear, I must be gone While night Shuts the eyes Of the household spies; That song announces dawn. She. No, night’s bird and love’s Bids all true lovers rest, While his loud song reproves The murderous stealth of day. … Continue reading
The Moods (William Butler Yeats Poems)
Time drops in decay, Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; What one in the rout Of the fire-born moods Has fallen away? (William Butler Yeats)
Statistics (William Butler Yeats Poems)
‘Those Platonists are a curse,’ he said, ‘God’s fire upon the wane, A diagram hung there instead, More women born than men.’ (William Butler Yeats)
That The Night Come (William Butler Yeats Poems)
She lived in storm and strife, Her soul had such desire For what proud death may bring That it could not endure The common good of life, But lived as ’twere a king That packed his marriage day With banneret … Continue reading
Hound Voice (William Butler Yeats Poems)
Because we love bare hills and stunted trees And were the last to choose the settled ground, Its boredom of the desk or of the spade, because So many years companioned by a hound, Our voices carry; and though slumber-bound, … Continue reading
He Gives His Beloved Certain Rhymes (William Butler Yeats Poems)
Fasten your hair with a golden pin, And bind up every wandering tress; I bade my heart build these poor rhymes: It worked at them, day out, day in, Building a sorrowful loveliness Out of the battles of old times. … Continue reading
The Nineteenth Century And After (William Butler Yeats Poems)
Though the great song return no more There’s keen delight in what we have: The rattle of pebbles on the shore Under the receding wave. (William Butler Yeats)
To A Shade (William Butler Yeats Poems)
If you have revisited the town, thin Shade, Whether to look upon your monument (I wonder if the builder has been paid) Or happier-thoughted when the day is spent To drink of that salt breath out of the sea When … Continue reading
The Countess Cathleen In Paradise (William Butler Yeats Poems)
All the heavy days are over; Leave the body’s coloured pride Underneath the grass and clover, With the feet laid side by side. Bathed in flaming founts of duty She’ll not ask a haughty dress; Carry all that mournful beauty … Continue reading
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