Category Archives: William Butler Yeats

Poem – Spilt Milk

WE that have done and thought, That have thought and done, Must ramble, and thin out Like milk spilt on a stone.

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Poem – On Woman

MAY God be praised for woman That gives up all her mind, A man may find in no man A friendship of her kind That covers all he has brought As with her flesh and bone, Nor quarrels with a … Continue reading

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Poem – 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, … Continue reading

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Poem – Demon and Beast

FOR certain minutes at the least That crafty demon and that loud beast That plague me day and night Ran out of my sight; Though I had long perned in the gyre, Between my hatred and desire. I saw my … Continue reading

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Her Dream – William Butler Yeats

I dreamed as in my bed I lay,  All night’s fathomless wisdom come,  That I had shorn my locks away  And laid them on Love’s lettered tomb:  But something bore them out of sight  In a great tumult of the … Continue reading

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When You Are Old – William Butler Yeats

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 … Continue reading

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Summer and Spring – William Butler Yeats

A Man Young And Old: Viii.  We sat under an old thorn-tree  And talked away the night,  Told all that had been said or done  Since first we saw the light,  And when we talked of growing up  Knew that … Continue reading

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