Author: William Butler Yeats

All things can tempt me from this craft of verse: One time it was a woman’s face, or worse – […]

We have cried in our despair That men desert, For some trivial affair Or noisy, insolent sport, Beauty that we […]

He. Opinion is not worth a rush; In this altar-piece the knight, Who grips his long spear so to push […]

The Danaan children laugh, in cradles of wrought gold, And clap their hands together, and half close their eyes, For […]

I whispered, ‘I am too young,’ And then, ‘I am old enough’; Wherefore I threw a penny To find out […]

Bird sighs for the air, Thought for I know not where, For the womb the seed sighs. Now sinks the […]

I did the dragon’s will until you came Because I had fancied love a casual Improvisation, or a settled game […]

Cumhal called out, bending his head, Till Dathi came and stood, With a blink in his eyes, at the cave-mouth, […]

Autumn is over the long leaves that love us, And over the mice in the barley sheaves; Yellow the leaves […]

One had a lovely face, And two or three had charm, But charm and face were in vain Because the […]