"Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams."
— William Butler Yeats (The Wind Among the Reeds 1899)

"Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire."
— William Butler Yeats

"Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity."
— William Butler Yeats (The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats)

"When You Are Old"


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 your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars."
— William Butler Yeats

"Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

--The Stolen Child"
— William Butler Yeats (The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats)

"I bring you with reverent hands
The books of my numberless dreams."
— William Butler Yeats

"When you are old and gray 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."
— William Butler Yeats

"I will arise and go now,
And go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there,
Of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean rows will I have there,
A hive for the honey bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there,
For peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning
To where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer,
And noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings

I will arise and go now,
For always night and day
I hear lake water lapping
With low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway
Or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart's core."
— William Butler Yeats

"How many loved your moments of glad grace and loved your beauty with love false or true? But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you and loved the sorrows of your changing face. "When You Are Old And Gray""
— William Butler Yeats

"What can be explained is not poetry."
— William Butler Yeats

"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches toward Bethlehem to be born?"
— William Butler Yeats

"Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking."
— William Butler Yeats

"Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people. "
— William Butler Yeats

"I whispered, 'I am too young,' and then, 'I am old enough'; wherefore I threw a penny to find out if I might love."
— William Butler Yeats (The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats)

"ROSE of all Roses, Rose of all the World!
The tall thought-woven sails, that flap unfurled
Above the tide of hours, trouble the air,
And God’s bell buoyed to be the water’s care;
While hushed from fear, or loud with hope, a band
With blown, spray-dabbled hair gather at hand.
Turn if you may from battles never done,
I call, as they go by me one by one,
Danger no refuge holds, and war no peace,
For him who hears love sing and never cease,
Beside her clean-swept hearth, her quiet shade:
But gather all for whom no love hath made
A woven silence, or but came to cast
A song into the air, and singing past
To smile on the pale dawn; and gather you
Who have sought more than is in rain or dew
Or in the sun and moon, or on the earth,
Or sighs amid the wandering starry mirth,
Or comes in laughter from the sea’s sad lips;
And wage God’s battles in the long grey ships.
The sad, the lonely, the insatiable,
To these Old Night shall all her mystery tell;
God’s bell has claimed them by the little cry
Of their sad hearts, that may not live nor die.

Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World!
You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled
Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring
The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.
Beauty grown sad with its eternity
Made you of us, and of the dim grey sea.
Our long ships loose thought-woven sails and wait,
For God has bid them share an equal fate;
And when at last defeated in His wars,
They have gone down under the same white stars,
We shall no longer hear the little cry
Of our sad hearts, that may not live nor die.

"The Sweet Far Thing""
— William Butler Yeats (The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats)

"In dreams begin responsibilities."
— William Butler Yeats

"How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face."
— William Butler Yeats

"What do we know but that we face one another in this place?"
— William Butler Yeats

"There is another world, but it is in this one."
— William Butler Yeats

"Education is not filling a bucket, but lighting a fire"
— William Butler Yeats

"The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober."
— William Butler Yeats

"WINE comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and sigh."
— William Butler Yeats

"We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.""
— William Butler Yeats

"Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet."
— William Butler Yeats

"A mermaid found a swimming lad,
Picked him up for her own,
Pressed her body to his body,
Laughed; and plunging down
Forgot in cruel happiness
That even lovers drown."
— William Butler Yeats

"My wretched dragon is perplexed."
— William Butler Yeats

"To long a sacrifice can make a stone of a heart"
— William Butler Yeats

"Books are but waste paper unless we spend in action the wisdom we get from thought - asleep. When we are weary of the living, we may repair to the dead, who have nothing of peevishness, pride, or design in their conversation."
— William Butler Yeats

"Love comes in at the eye."
— William Butler Yeats

"I am still of [the] opinion that only two topics can be of the least interest to a serious and studious mood--sex and the dead."
— William Butler Yeats

"The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper."
— William Butler Yeats

"Come fairies take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame."
— William Butler Yeats

"Any fool can fight a winning battle, but it needs character to fight a losing one, and that should inspire us; which reminds me that I dreamed the other night that I was being hanged, but was the life and soul of the party."
— William Butler Yeats

"The Cat and the Moon

The cat went here and there
And the moon spun round like a top,
And the nearest kin of the moon,
The creeping cat, looked up.
Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon,
For, wander and wail as he would,
The pure cold light in the sky
Troubled his animal blood.
Minnaloushe runs in the grass
Lifting his delicate feet.
Do you dance, Minnaloushe, do you dance?
When two close kindred meet,
What better than call a dance?
Maybe the moon may learn,
Tired of that courtly fashion,
A new dance turn.
Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
From moonlit place to place,
The sacred moon overhead
Has taken a new phase.
Does Minnaloushe know that his pupils
Will pass from change to change,
And that from round to crescent,
From crescent to round they range?
Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
Alone, important and wise,
And lifts to the changing moon
His changing eyes."
— William Butler Yeats

"...I'm looking for the face I had, before the world was made..."
— William Butler Yeats

"But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
"
— William Butler Yeats

"The things a man has heard and seen are threads of life, and if he pull them carefully from the confused distaff of memory, any who will can weave them into whatever garments of belief please them best. I too have woven my garment like another, but I shall try to keep warm in it, and shall be well content if it do not unbecome me."
— William Butler Yeats

"Come faeries, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame."
— William Butler Yeats

"There are no strangers, only friends you have not met yet."
— William Butler Yeats

"Out of Ireland have we come.
Great hatred, little room,
Maimed us at the start.
I carry from my mother's womb
A fanatic heart."
— William Butler Yeats (The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats)

"Out of our conflicts with others we make rhetoric. Out of our conflicts with ourselves, we make poetry."
— William Butler Yeats (Complete Poems : W.B.Yeats)

"Why should I blame her that she filled my days
With misery, or that she would of late
Have taught to ignorant men most violent ways,
Or hurled the little streets upon the great,
Had they but courage equal to desire?
What could have made her peaceful with a mind
That nobleness made simple as a fire,
With beauty like a tightened bow, a kind
That is not natural in an age like this
Being high and solitary and most stern?
Why, what could she have done, being what she is?
Was there another Troy for her to burn?"
— William Butler Yeats (The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats)

"I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams."
— William Butler Yeats

"Hearts are not had as a gift but hearts are earned
By those that are not entirely beautiful"
— William Butler Yeats

"In dreams begin responsibility."
— William Butler Yeats

" WHEN you are old and gray 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 your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face among a crowd of stars. "
— William Butler Yeats

"BELOVED, gaze in thine own heart,
The holy tree is growing there;
From joy the holy branches start,
And all the trembling flowers they bear.
The changing colours of its fruit
Have dowered the stars with merry light;
The surety of its hidden root
Has planted quiet in the night;
The shaking of its leafy head
Has given the waves their melody,
And made my lips and music wed,
Murmuring a wizard song for thee.
There the Loves a circle go,
The flaming circle of our days,
Gyring, spiring to and fro
In those great ignorant leafy ways;
Remembering all that shaken hair
And how the wingèd sandals dart,
Thine eyes grow full of tender care:
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart.

Gaze no more in the bitter glass
The demons, with their subtle guile,
Lift up before us when they pass,
Or only gaze a little while;
For there a fatal image grows
That the stormy night receives,
Roots half hidden under snows,
Broken boughs and blackened leaves.
For all things turn to barrenness
In the dim glass the demons hold,
The glass of outer weariness,
Made when God slept in times of old.
There, through the broken branches, go
The ravens of unresting thought;
Flying, crying, to and fro,
Cruel claw and hungry throat,
Or else they stand and sniff the wind,
And shake their ragged wings; alas!
Thy tender eyes grow all unkind:
Gaze no more in the bitter glass."
— William Butler Yeats

"The blessed spirits must be sought within the self which is common to all "
— William Butler Yeats

"The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity"
— William Butler Yeats

"The Light of lights looks always on the motive, not the deed/The Shadow of Shadows looks on the deed alone.""
— William Butler Yeats