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 You...

I SING what was lost and dread what was won, I walk in a battle fought over again, My king a lost king, and lost soldiers my men; Feet ...

WAS it the double of my dream The woman that by me lay Dreamed, or did we halve a dream Under the first cold gleam of day? I thought: ...

Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days! Come near me, while I sing the ancient ways: Cuchulain battling with the bitter tide; The D...

MY dear, my dear, I know More than another What makes your heart beat so; Not even your own mother Can know it as I know, Who broke m...

DEAR fellow-artist, why so free With every sort of company, With every Jack and Jill? Choose your companions from the best; Who draws ...

THE High-Queen of the Island of Woods had died in child-birth, and her child was put to nurse, with a woman who lived in a hut of mud and ...

THE trees are in their autumn beauty, The woodland paths are dry, Under the October twilight the water Mirrors a still sky; Upon the b...

THROUGH winter-time we call on spring, And through the spring on summer call, And when abounding hedges ring Declare that winter's ...

BELOVED, gaze in thine own heart, The holy tree is growing there; From joy the holy branches start, And all the trembling flowers they ...

I WHAT shall I do with this absurdity - O heart, O troubled heart - this caricature, Decrepit age that has been tied to me As to a dog...

"Though to my feathers in the wet, I have stood here from break of day. I have not found a thing to eat, For only rubbish comes my...

WHERE dips the rocky highland Of Sleuth Wood in the lake, There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake The drowsy water rats; ...

THE woods of Arcady are dead, And over is their antique joy; Of old the world on dreaming fed; Grey Truth is now her painted toy; Yet ...

A Dramatic Poem The deck of an ancient ship. At the right of the stage is the mast, with a large square sail hiding a great deal of the ...

The First. My great-grandfather spoke to Edmund Burke In Grattan's house. The Second. My great-grandfather shared A pot-house bench ...

FAR-OFF, most secret, and inviolate Rose, Enfold me in my hour of hours; where those Who sought thee in the Holy Sepulchre, Or in the w...

TURNING and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy i...

'O WORDS are lightly spoken,' Said Pearse to Connolly, 'Maybe a breath of politic words Has withered our Rose Tree; Or may...

A certain poet in outlandish clothes Gathered a crowd in some Byzantine lane, Talked1 of his country and its people, sang To some strin...